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... more. But this time, my strategy was different. No more abstract nightmares or memory distortions. This was something more direct, more personal, and utterly devastating.
Gwenneth awoke within her own dream. She yawned, stretching her lithe body on the luxurious bed of her hideout apartment. Everything felt normal, until her ears caught a strange sound from the living room—soft moans, wet kisses, and familiar, heavy breathing.
With a sinking heart, she pushed her bedroom door ope ...
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