[ chrono isn't moving completely away just yet, either. the cold sense of dread had not yet cleared from his chest, darkness still encroaching on the edges of his vision. ]
Nightmares, I think. [ right here, in the middle of the day? ] I keep hearin' things. Seein' stuff.
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Nightmares, I think. [ right here, in the middle of the day? ] I keep hearin' things. Seein' stuff.