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... s forehead. His expression was troubled, and his callused fists clenched the bedsheet.
Incoherent mumblings slipped from his mouth from time to time, his head occasionally thrashing against the pillow.
"Let...me..go..." He mumbled, defiance creeping in his sleeping form.
To any normal person, it would be dismissed as nothing more than a bad dream. But his master, seated beside him with an unreadable expression, knew better.
’Mental backlash from poor usage of Reso ...
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