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... arm embers buried in the dark earth. Dylan hadn’t slept. Or rather... he hadn’t dared to. Every time he closed his eyes, a shiver crawled beneath his skin, as if the demoness waited just behind his eyelids. As if one wrong step into sleep would be enough to swallow him whole.
And then... there was Maggie.
She never really slept deeply. She kept watch like a wolf on edge, her axe always within reach, her gaze ever so slightly turned toward him, even in the dark. Dylan knew that a ...
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