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      Soul started awake one night. It was summer and he had left his window open to get the rare cool breeze, but it was hot. Too hot for comfort.      The pages of a book rustled as the cool breeze played through his room again. By the light of the moon he noticed that his bedroom door had been left open. He was sure he had shut it before going to bed.      Ignoring it, he turned over to look at his clock and see what time it was. Instead of coming face to face with his clock he turned over to face Maka.      She breathed lightly, easily, peacefully for the first time in weeks since defeating the kieshen. The only thing he wandered ab