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A house of his own.
The thought slams into Caleb with the force of a sledgehammer, the enormity of it nearly knocking the breath out of him. It's over twice as large as the cottage where he'd spent his childhood—a kitchen separate from the dining room and the sitting room! Not one, but two bathrooms! And best of all, three whole bedrooms! Enough space for Caleb, his books, and whichever of his friends would deign to visit him. The height of luxury indeed. Back then, Bren’s parents could only afford one bedroom, and young Bren himself had slept in the loft. Frumpkin would curl up on the foot of Bren’s mattress, and he'd wake to the smell of breakfast, the early morning light in his eyes, the rafters brushing his hair when he got up.
Or so it had been once, an entire lifetime ago.
“Veth,” he says.
She looks up at him. Then she grins. “Isn't this exciting?”
“I think so,” Caleb says, a split second too late.