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... l was adjourned, but the tension lingered in the air like ozone before a storm.
In my small apartment, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock and Orion’s soft snoring from the bedroom.
I was sitting on the rug in the living room, a first-aid kit open beside me. Caspian sat on the sofa, shirtless, while I applied a fresh layer of my glowing blue herb paste to his shoulder.
The corruption looked angry tonight. The grey veins had spread just a fraction of an in ...
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