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Kurogane woke in a terrible fright. He was sweating madly and his breathing came out in short, strained gasps for air. It had been a nightmare—a frightful nightmare.     Beside him lay a blond. And, as gently as he could, he reached over to brush away a lock of hair from his face.     It disturbed him that, even though the others in the room were eased into letting down their guard in their sleep, this person that lay, though still, beside him wasn’t. His face was contorted into expressions of fear and pain. Occasionally, he would shift from one side to the other in erratic movements, Kuro