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... The moon through stained glass didn't touch them. They moved with a rhythm that didn't belong to anything human—like breath drawn in places no lungs could reach.
Lyrix slept uneasily in his chambers. If you could even call it sleep. More like a restless crawl through fractured memories and looping thoughts. His body lay under fine velvet sheets, but his mind was still pacing, still grinding against itself like two dull blades.
And in the corner of the ceiling, behind the ornate ...
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