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ILLEK (As Verloren dropped off to sleep, he gently stroked her hair. For the first time in a very long time, he felt affection for another being, rather than his usual feelings of fear and lust. The stars looked down though the leaves of the tree, and he watched the nascent moon csting faint shadows on the fine lines of her face. A cool breeze sprang up, and a small, dry leaf blew onto her face, causing her to move in her sleep and murmur an inarticulate protest. With great care, he picked it off and flicked it away. It whirled away, again. Fortunate leaf, he thought, like me, you touch my Princess at the end of your days. He gripped her slightly tighter. Perhaps, he thought, just perhaps, something could be done...)
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