I'm alright. I don't even know what a leather punch looks like, I said. I didn't explain any of this to Graham or Requiem. What came through his skin was contentment.
When I'd managed to get it down, the shivering was a little less, but not a lot. Not much, but just enough so I don't lose my mind. Because I knew now why I'd had the shocky reaction earlier, before the metaphysics had gotten out of hand. Probably not.
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