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... flickering of torches along the castle’s high stone walls. Leon had not slept. His mind was clouded, tangled in thoughts of the dungeon, the illusion, and the dream of his family that he was forced to relive. He could still feel the sharp pangs of loss, the unrelenting weight of his failure to protect them. Yet, the dream had felt too real. It had pulled at him in ways that reality never could.
He sat by the window in his quarters, staring out at the distant horizon where the first light ...
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