Chapter 12 - A Fading Melody-3
Finally, his breathing slowed and his limbs stopped tingling. Roberto sat up. Something was different. He looked around, examining his surroundings to work out what had changed, but everything looked as it should: the gates, the moon, the buildings nearby. As he stood he became aware of a sense of emptiness and he realised—it wasn’t what he was seeing that was different, but how he was seeing it. He had become used to changes in his perception since giving himself over to Mourini. Somehow the world had been clearer. At the same time, he had felt stronger, not in a physical sense but in a mental one. That was gone. Mourini was no longer part of him. Roberto swore and slid through the night to stand at the edge of the gates and peer through their webbing. Mina stood alone under the enormou
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