Aree stood in the doorway, listening to the gentle breathing of Recal. He lay on the sofa, one arm dangling over the side. The room was dark, only lit by the faint glow of the moon from the two bay windows. The moonlight had washed all the color out, leaving only shades of whites, blacks, and grays.
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