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... by rose hedges and illusion glyphs that shimmered faintly under the stars, Nolan was... sleeping.
Deeply.
The kind of sleep only a man who had run out of both stress and sanity could fall into.
He lay there on a stone bench just beside the front porch, arms crossed over his chest like a grumpy statue who had given up on caring, one foot twitching every so often. His cloak had slipped halfway off his shoulder, and his head leaned back at a crooked angle.
Then came ...
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