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... r falling asleep.
One moment, he was at Lucian's bedside—body hunched in the unforgiving medbay chair, hand cradling Lucian's cold fingers like they were the last anchor keeping him whole. The next, the air was warm.
Not hospital-warm. But sunlight-warm.
He was standing barefoot in the center of a home he had never seen, but somehow remembered.
It was quiet. The kind of quiet that hummed against skin instead of ears. A golden haze spilled across the floorboards, c ...
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