[ Except he knows the voice. That face. It makes the skin of his nape crawl, the heat rush up into his skin, his pulse judder for a long terrible moment before committing two sharp beats at once. He has to take hold of himself. ]
[ That face he'd never thought to see again. That he sees, always, in sporadic dreams. ]
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[ That face he'd never thought to see again. That he sees, always, in sporadic dreams. ]