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The dull static of rain woke him early. Sleepy eyed and carrying a vague sense of dread, he'd crawled out from under the warmth of blankets and other body resting beneath them. It was just a light drizzle, tapping at the roof and dark windows as if asking for entry to the house and his mind. Rook busied himself in the kitchen, turning on the single lamp sitting on the counter to avoid flooding the entire room with light. It felt rude to interrupt the dying night so suddenly, dark was something almost sacred this time of morning. Light would be permitted, tolerated even but it had no place here now. Dropping the tea bag into the steaming wa