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... on of silence, but for Damien, the noise hadn’t stopped.
It was a phantom sound—a high-pitched, drilling whine that bored into his temples. It didn’t matter that they had only been inside the museum for twenty minutes. The gala’s "Starfall" theme—thousands of fiber-optic lights pulsing against midnight velvet—had been a direct assault on his sensory processing.
He sat rigidly in the leather seat, his eyes closed, his hand gripping the armrest so hard the leather creaked. The "Dem ...
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