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... I did it, but somehow, I fell back to my knees—Aurora sprawled motionless on the floor before me.
The verse I had whispered in desperation, half-believing it would never work, must have carried more power than I’d realized. My body trembled, breath shallow, but the proof was there: Aurora, my friend... my jailer, lying crumpled, her head bent at an awkward angle.
I rushed to her side. "Aurora? Are you alright?"
No response.
She looked pale, feeble, her heartbeat ...
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