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... he blink of an eye.
Even though the season changed along with the sky, pain became my friend, and nothing had changed for me.
Each day felt longer than the last, but I endured it all, holding onto the flickering hope that in two more months, I would turn twelve.
It was only two more months until the Age of Awakening, and I still hold onto the fact somehow or by miracle, I would awaken.
Not because I couldn’t, but because of how this seal on my wrist is preventing ...
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