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And Virtue is ever-vigilant
by afrai

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Sometimes Caphriel woke up first, and in the thin light Zirah would still be asleep. Only sometimes, because evil never sleeps, said Zirah; he liked to get up earlier than Caphriel, give him a morning of stolen comfort, or an empty bed -- it was his brand of sideways cruelty.

But sometimes Caphriel awoke to see Zirah sleeping, and he'd put his palm on the quiet face so he could feel Zirah's breath, feel every warm twitch of life in him, and think, if only he had the courage to kill him now, like this, how much easier things would be.

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