The Sentinels the world moves on without a sound

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though it took good time, deirdre soon did fall into a sleep. it was deep, and it was dreamless and dark, not filled with sweet and imaginative nothings. she felt safe here, unseen in the nook tachyon had made himself, and so she would rest undisturbed until he himself detached himself from her, or she roused independent of that.