I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. Furthermore, I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mouth near my shoulder; her breath, my breath blew out the candle, and I held my lost Wanderers with tenderness until sweet sleep overcame us.
— Roman Payne
The Wanderess
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