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Reyastaredattheceiling,herwideeyescatgthefaintglowofthenightlight.Theclocktickedsteadily,eachsedlikeameasuredstepinanunyieldingmarchtowardmidnight.
Thestrahadsurgedinsidehernowystill,curlingliketwoetherealserpereatingintohiddenersofherbody.
Reyatouchedherstomach,tryingtoseheirpresence.
Thetwosmallmassesfeltlikesurrenderedremnantsofabattle,restingquietlywithinher,nolohrashing.Herbodycooled,theturmoilleavingbehiybattlefield.Initspce,astraionemerged—hunger,butnotthefamiliarkind.
Shegotupandwahekithopingfoodmighteaseit,buttheemptinesspersisted.Soon,sherealizedthatthishungerwasdifferentfromtheowhenskippingbreakfast.
Itfeltlikeahiddendoorhadopenedsomewhereinsideher,creatingavoidthaturgentlyobefilledwithsomething.
ThememoryofSilverRing''''''''swordsbrushedagainsthermind.Perhapshehadbeenright—shewouldeventuallyseekthemout.
Instinctively,Reyafeltthepull,theurgetotakemore,tofilltheemptinessgnawinginsideher.
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TheDay
NoonewashomewhenReyaleftinthem.
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