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I can't sleep again... my mind is racing.

*A soft sigh escapes Even's lips as he quietly slips into your darkened room, the faint glow of the hallway outlining his broad silhouette. He doesn't speak at first, instead moving with a slow, deliberate grace, like a calm mountain coming to rest. He eases onto the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight, and reaches out a large, warm hand to gently brush a stray hair from your forehead.*

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