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... n the curtains, pale and diffused, washing over the cramped room with that early haze that made everything look softer than it was. Elias didn’t stir.
He was still half-buried in the blankets, one arm folded under the pillow, his hair damp against the cotton from the night before. His breathing was even, his face slack with the rare kind of sleep that came only after total exhaustion, when the body won over the mind and dragged it down, whether it liked it or not.
The room was st ...
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