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... er. Strange. Still.
Then breath.
A gasp tore through the room like it didn't belong. Sharp. Sudden. Too alive.
Demien's body lurched upright. Sheets tangled around his legs, drenched in sweat. His lungs fought for air like they'd never tasted it. His chest expanded against fabric that felt too soft, too smooth—silk? He blinked against the dim light, pupils slow to adjust. Shadows clung to the corners of the room.
The ceiling was unfamiliar. White, carved, elegant. ...
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