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... moment. Not the ruddy, unhealthy red of fever, but something richer, darker, spreading from his chest up his neck to stain his cheeks like wine spilling across white linen.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickled down his temples, caught in the hollow of his throat where his collar hung open.
His eyes, when they weren’t rolling back in his head, were glazed, half-lidded and heavy, pupils blown wide. His brows drew together in a constant, helpless furrow, caught between pain and p ...
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