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There were nights even now that Clara would jerk awake, the Mouse King's laughter echoing in her ears. For a moment she would be back there, fading uncontrollably as her Nutcracker--her Prince Eric--desperately reached towards her.
Clara hated to disturb Eric's sleep, but he never said a word about it, just pulled her into his arms and out of bed as he led her in a midnight waltz to music only they could hear.
