Chapter 18: Phantasm
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To Gaara, nighttime had always held an acute possibility of horror underneath its blue black sky. At night he would grow lethargic from the tedious day but never did he dare to close his eyes to the nightmares that awaited him in sleep.
Gaara would find entertainment most nights high on a building's summit, watching nightwalkers wandering the village streets on whispering feet.
Often, his wandering gaze landed on a familiar shock of dark raven tresses before it evaporated into the inky darkness between street lights.
Often, Gaara found his soundless feet closely following her from up high, without preamble.
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