excerpt #5

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"The sound of rain pattering against the windows pulled Alexander from sleep, his mind shaking off the dark of unconsciousness as if it were an old skin. His eyes were crusted over with the remnants of forgotten dreams, and he lifted a hand to rub the sleep away."

- Excerpt From a Book I'll Never Write (#5)

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