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My husband is taking too long to die.
I sit at his bedside, ever the dutiful wife, watching his breath squeeze out of his chest, praying that each one will be his last.
For gods' sake, the man is pushing sixty-four years of age. He's plagued with all manner of diseases from a life of debauchery and indulgence and devils know what else. Yet Hadrian Demos, the Duke of Pholios, clings to life as though there's still something it has to offer him—a bedridden, lecherous old man with nothing going for him except for the sight of my face day after day.
Pholios shifts, as if my thoughts have roused him, and I check over my shoulder, ensuring that Kyros is still stationed in the room, before scooting my chair back an inch. I cast my gaze down to the ground and wait.
"Chrysantha," the old man groans.
"I'm here, husband." I reach out and take one of his spotted, hairy hands, wrapping it in both of mine.
The Darkness Within Us
Written by Tricia Levenseller
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