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... ’t sleep much either.
But when he finally closed his eyes, exhaustion dragged him under.
And when he woke—
He screamed.
The pain hit first.
White-hot. Sharp. Ancient.
As if someone had carved fire into his body with a quill made of godbone.
He ripped open his shirt—
And froze.
Words.
Burned into his chest.
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