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... rs curled into her cloak so tightly her knuckles had turned white.
Inside, she could hear him breathing.
Restless. Sharp.
Dreaming again.
Her heart clenched as she pressed her palm to the cold obsidian wall.
Then—his voice, muffled:
"...Anna..."
She froze.
He hadn’t spoken her name in weeks.
Not once since he sacrificed everything.
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