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... in short bursts—two hours at most—like a soldier’s truce with exhaustion rather than rest itself. His dreams were made of whispers: fragments of prayers uttered by false mouths, visions of burning cathedrals, and the endless echo of chains rattling in some unseen abyss.
[Lilith smiles]
Now, in the dimness of his chamber, he drifted between that half-sleep and waking. The moonlight fell in ribbons through the sheer curtains, silvering the sheets where Luna lay beside him. Her head ...
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