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The Difference

作者: Jsommi
last update 公開日: 2026-06-12 16:24:01

Clara's POV

The night before I went into labour I could not sleep.

Not from discomfort, though there was discomfort. From something that felt closer to awareness.

A particular charged quality in the night, as if something large was gathering itself just outside the edge of what I could see.

I got up at two in the morning and went to sit in the kitchen. Silas appeared twelve minutes later in the silent efficient way he had of knowing when I was not in the room without having to check.

He sat ac
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