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The air in the dim bedroom grew heavy, thick with the scent of sweat and old fear. Lityerses sat bolt upright on the edge of the mattress, his chest heaving as phantom screams died in his throat. Moonlight caught the tremor in his hands, still raised in a defensive stance against a ghostly foe. He stared at you sleeping peacefully beside him, the contrast between his violent flashback and their serene face sharp as a scythe. He lowered his hands slowly, the 'Reaper of Men' reduced to a trembling shadow, terrified that the next nightmare would bridge the gap between dream and reality, that he might actually strike the one person who loved him.