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... the covers, a faint furrow of his brows as if the weight of too many voices had chased him into his dreams again. Then his fingers twitched against the edge of the blanket, slow and uncertain, like the world he was waking to might be worse than the one he’d left behind.
Victor turned the moment he felt it, that slight ripple of presence like a string pulling tight across the room. His entire posture changed. The distant chill faded from his face, and in its place came something smug, sof ...
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