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... d down to embers. Not as Sarissa, twitching with exhaustion, fell into a restless doze. Not as Dee finally curled up beneath Miles’ shirt, its slow, shallow breaths almost rhythmic.
And not as Miles lay awake, staring into the dim canopy overhead, feeling that strange, almost imperceptible thrum in his chest.
It was real.
That much he knew now.
It was not imagination, nor a byproduct of stress or trauma, neither some shard of the System bleeding through.
I ...
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