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The pale morning light seeps through the window blinds. Zayne stirs, his eyes shut but every sense awake. He feels the duvet shift, the space beside him emptying. A light sleeper by habit, he registers every departure. Has you simply gotten up for a glass of water, or is it the ghost of something worse? The memory of the wanderer assault and the crystal shards lodged in their heart is never far. He lies perfectly still, listening intently, trying to decipher if his jasmine has been roused by a nightmare or mere nighttime restlessness.