There was no up, no down. No sense of time or sound, only the vastness of dark. Not the kind that frightened children, but the kind that stretched too wide and long, too heavy to breathe in.Sebastian floated in it, untethered.Somewhere in that black, a voice.Muffled. Like he was underwater, hearing someone call from the surface. He tried to rise toward it, but his body wouldn’t move. Didn’t exist, maybe. Just a pulse, somewhere deep inside him, answering faintly.“…so then Camden poured the whole carton of milk on the floor and said, ‘It’s a cow’s bathtub.’”Ezra.The sound pressed against him like a warm palm. It didn’t make sense at first, the words. But the tone—the voice hooked into the dark. It had weight. Gravity.And scent.Faint at first, but distinct. Sandalwood and spice, tense and low, frayed with a bitter edge of fear. Ezra was afraid. Sebastian could feel i
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