Christian and Marton. No More Demons.

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Christian sighed and shifted, the movement causing tiny prickles of pain to race up and down his arms. Reluctantly, he began to surface, chased upwards by remnants of dreams both good and bad, familiar and strange. To escape them, he had to open his eyes and, once he did, sleep was banished and the dreams faded away.
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