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... immediately. She slipped onto the bed properly, letting him wrap his arms around her from behind, her back against his chest. The embrace was desperate rather than romantic – a drowning man clinging to driftwood.
"Tell me what happened while we were apart," she said softly.
So he did. He described the battle, but not the efficiency of killing. He described the fear of feeling nothing. The horror of returning to the estate and not understanding why people mattered. The two days of ...
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