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... ldn’t sleep?
Mikel had experienced that kind of exhaustion more times than he could count, especially last night.
Lying on his side, he stared blankly at the wall of his cubicle in the cafe. His eyes weren’t the only thing that was blank, but his mind as well. The remnants of the river ghost’s memories lingered at the back of his thoughts, adding an extra chore of making sure these memories wouldn’t merge with his or Lawrence Gatsby’s.
"Tch." He shut his eyes. "Damn it." ...
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