esmi ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

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He dried himself, willing his body under control. He shielded it with breeches, socks, a long tunic, before crawling into bed. He curled into a ball, leaving miles of mattress around him. He closed his eyes and thought of nothing. He was alone. He was utterly, utterly alone.
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