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Her hand reached to her neck. Rubbed at her nape, around to the side. An ache echoed. Skin pulling, an itching shadow. She stared in the mirror. Yet nothing, no marks, no rash. Flawless. She slipped into bed, pulled over the covers. Tonight he would come. In dreams he made his presence.

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