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... opened his eyes. For a few seconds, he didn’t move.
He stared at the ceiling. The stone moldings. The curtains. The dark rug. Moon’s sword resting against the wall.
He turned his head slightly toward the nightstand. The collar rested there, its dull crystal catching a thin ray of sunlight.
Harmless. Ridiculous. A fairground toy.
Max exhaled slowly.
"I hope this goes the way I’m planning..." he murmured to himself.
He closed his eyes for a second. < ...
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