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... eel like the encroaching walls of a tomb for once, but more like a heavy velvet curtain drawn against the biting Northern wind outside. Zarius leaned back against the headboard, his eyes tracing the carvings of the ceiling beams.
It was quiet. Not the suffocating, ringing silence of a fever dream, but a genuine, peaceful stillness.
He remembered taking a slow, deep breath earlier that day. No hitch in his lungs. No jagged cough threatening to tear through his throat, no heavy pre ...
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