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light in It illuminated his twin’s self-proclaimed deathbed

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Cian lay on his side His hair was lackluster, and he’d lost weight

In the light of day, his skin looked pasty Though he probably hadn’t

been out of bed much for the better part of two months, he looked

tired and haggard Beck tried to summon some sympathy

“Get out of bed, ya bastard” Beck kicked the bed The frame

shook, but Cian stubbornly stayed prone

“No” Cian replied with farman should

have He pulled the quilt up to his neck and pointedly closed his eyes

“I’m done, Beck It ain’t worth it I can’t think anymore My mind

won’t work”

“You think you’re the only one having trouble?” Beck was tired

of listening to his brother’s whining Soot he