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... tain the restlessness in her bones.
Her limbs tangled, her breath came shallow and quick, and her thoughts moved like knives precise, hungry, and unstoppable.
The moon outside painted the room in a cold, indifferent wash of light, but inside her chest a different light had begun hot, dangerous, and greedy.
My son has blue eyes, The thought pulsed through her like a promise and a threat.
Blue the color of storm-tide, of things that did not belong, blue that belonge ...
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