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~~KNOX~~
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I fell right into that trap, let myself be at rest, let myself become too happy. And now the dreams are back.
It’s the price of comfort. The consequence of peace.
I’d gone over a year without them. Twelve solid months of silence in my sleep, of not waking up drenched in sweat or shivering with the taste of blood in my mouth or phantom screams still ringing in my ears. I thought I’d finally outgrown it. That maybe I’d found the answer.
Hate.
It had worked. Hatred for Finn. For our father. For the bastards overseas. For the pimps and predators who loitered in my club pretending to be businessmen. Hatred kept the noise quiet. Kept the chaos buried. As long as I kept burning, I didn’t feel the cold.
But then came this woman. This girl who wore her damn glasses to bed l
