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... not sleep — sleep was a mortal defect, reserved for flesh that feared the dark. It was the dark. It fed on the quiet between heartbeats, the thinning moments when hope gave way to despair.
It hovered above the broken city like a thought half-formed — a colossal mass of chitin and bone, obsidian wings folded close to its monstrous frame. Its eyes were not eyes but rifts, four slits smoldering like molten embers.
Deep inside its chest, where blood should flow, there was only a holl ...
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