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Adeline doesn’t sleep well.

She rests-yes. She lies still for long enough periods that the brothers stop hovering, anxious shadows at her elbow. But she doesn't sleep. Not like she used to. Her body is exhausted, her bones weighted, but her mind makes continuous circles around and around one thing, like a bird that can't land.

She's awake by the time dawn pulls pale light through her curtains, curled on her side, one palm resting light over her stomach. The house is quiet. The ...