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... several of the wives nestled around him, bodies warm and breathing slow. Yet his mind refused rest. Sleep came in fits, broken by flashes of memory and something stranger, not memory, but visions that felt imposed. In one, he stood on a shore made of obsidian sand, watching a shadow crawl across the sea. In another, he walked a great library, its halls filled with statues weeping black tears. Then came the final dream, the one that jolted him upright in the darkness, heart pounding. A hand, made ...
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