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The Apartment #198

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A glimmer hesitated in a far corner of Harry's mind. A glimmer, faint, but real: almost shy, hardly more than an effort of will, it was so soft and slight and uncertain.
Uncertain.
There was another word.
On the bland nothing of his mind, it assumed a position far, far distant from Torpor.
It glimmered– yes glimmered, another word rising out of the nothingness – with all the trepidation and uncertainty of… of one of Tisha’s looks, when her eyes flash a smile before running away and hiding, giggling, somewhere beneath her sheets.
Emotion erupted.
Torpor was no longer master.

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