I faced a small window. Moonlight struggled through the pane’s fine cracks; patterning my face with silver threads. Darkness was everywhere else.
‘Please tell me I’m not dying again,’ I complained.
‘Ifs only that easy. Ish make sure.’
I peered into the darkness and watched the moonlight thread together an image of a black [...]
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