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Frostine It felt like someone was talking to me through the waves of darkness. And even though the shadows chased my every sane thought, I focused on the deep baritone and forced myself to come out of the layers of darkness infused with nothing but horrible dreams. A part of me was afraid that if I remained like this with my eyes closed more nightmares would follow. But another part was so tired that it didn't want to wake up, it wanted to sleep more. At first I became aware of the cold in the room which made me shiver, then I felt the softness beneath me. It wasn’t the hard floor I used to sleep on nor it felt like the chaise near the fireplace in the king’s room. The King. My eyes felt gritty, lashes pasted together, refusing to part. Despite the chill I felt, my body was covered in co
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