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He wandered through the darkened house, every night, a silent grey ghost.
He would stop in each bedroom, perhaps staying only long enough to bestow a soft kiss upon the forehead of the dreaming Sleeper.
Other times he would sit for hours watching the gentle rise and fall of chests, the calm peacefulness of faces at rest.
Every night, around and around the house he would go, yet he never left even the faintest impression of his presence for morning to uncover.
He would stop in each bedroom, perhaps staying only long enough to bestow a soft kiss upon the forehead of the dreaming Sleeper.
Other times he would sit for hours watching the gentle rise and fall of chests, the calm peacefulness of faces at rest.
Every night, around and around the house he would go, yet he never left even the faintest impression of his presence for morning to uncover.