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... oil lamp cast soft shadows against the walls, and I lay curled beneath a blanket with Osric, half-asleep, half-awake, like a slightly microwaved croissant—soft in the middle, crisp at the edges, and not entirely sure what dimension I existed in.
My head was warm. My eyes were heavy. Brain... buffering...
Then—footsteps. Slow, deliberate, steady. They entered the room with a kind of quiet confidence, and even in my sleepy haze, I could tell—this wasn’t a servant or a nursemaid. It ...
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