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... hush silk to wrap it soft, no frost ruin to drip it sweet. Just air that bit like broken glass. He coughed, the sound sharp and human — no hush pulse to swallow it.
When he opened his eyes, the hush drift was gone. The endless silk dark replaced by fractured shadows that flickered like candle flame against mirrors jagged as teeth. He was on his knees — cut palms pressed to a floor of black glass, each breath fogging a shard that hummed faint under his skin.
"Good boy," a voice p ...
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