Silver light cascaded through the silk seams draped across his window.the chirping of crickets broken by the soft hoot of owls. A peaceful night and yet was disturbed as He tossed and turned. “Vil… Don’t-“ he muttered anxiously in his dreadful dreams. “y-you’ll overblot… Wait!-“ he awoke with a start,sitting up hastily. “vil…” he looked around,realising he was still in his room.letting a heavy breath of relief
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