Consciousness had never been so painful, sleep never so sweet. My dreams became havens of respite, and even sanctuaries of reunion, because in them I found you. But these tricks of the mind at night always gave way to a trick of the heart in the morning, repeatedly thrusting me back into a waking nightmare among the living. Your sud…
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