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Chapter 2: The Torch of Despair
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... n ribbons of gold, scattering across the forest floor.
A cool breeze brushed my cheek, crisp and gentle, almost tender.
On any other day, it might have felt peaceful.
But not now. Not after what I had endured.
The screams. The stench of blood. Steel colliding, bodies breaking, the endless chorus of agony. They still echoed inside me, burned into my bones.
I jolted awake with a sharp gasp and clutched my head as pain stabbed through my skull.
The wo ...
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