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... f the bed.
As he moved, his soaked shirt came into view—even though the cold night wind was slipping in through the open window.
There was no blanket over him, and the room was quite chilly.
Yet the sweat wasn’t from the heat.
It came from the struggle his body was enduring.
"Mm..." he mumbled, turning his face upward to stare at the ceiling in his sleep.
His lips trembled, pressed together, as if trying to speak but unable to.
His brows we ...
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