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It's been nearly a week since his nightmare.
Some time late in the afternoon, Yrael pads on bare feet down the corridor to the familiar door of Svava and Archie's home.
Yrael knocks the same way he always does, two evenly-spaced knocks at chest-height. Never too loud, in case Moira is asleep.
Some time late in the afternoon, Yrael pads on bare feet down the corridor to the familiar door of Svava and Archie's home.
Yrael knocks the same way he always does, two evenly-spaced knocks at chest-height. Never too loud, in case Moira is asleep.
