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I hit the stone floor hard, a sharp crack reverberating through the empty cell as my shoulder collided with the jagged stone. The pain was distant, barely more than a whisper at the back of my mind. It was as if my body and I had made some unspoken agreement: I wouldn't feel, and it wouldn't bother me with the details. The guards didn't bother chaining me. There was no point. I hadn't fought back in days—maybe weeks. Time had blurred into a fog, impossible to track in the darkness. The cell was small,…-
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The ground beneath me was still warm from the blood that had been spilled, yet my heart felt as cold and lifeless as the body I had been torn away from. I was dragged through the remnants of the battlefield, the once vibrant colors of the village now tainted by ash and death. My captors were mere silhouettes against the fading light, their faces obscured by the shadow of my own sorrow. They brought me to a tall figure, a witch who stood like a statue carved from darkness itself. General Blackthorne, they…-
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I was floating on the waves of sleep, my subconscious drifting towards the lighthouse of Nate's soul. The dream began as they always did, with the golden warmth of sunlight kissing my skin. I watched Nate from a distance, his laughter carrying on the wind like a melody only I could hear. He was on holiday, somewhere in Poland and I was thrilled that he could be so close to me. When I saw he was planning his trip near my village, I almost couldn't sleep from excitement. I reveled in the way his eyes…-
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The first snowflakes of winter began their descent from the heavens, a silent testament to the changing seasons. I watched them from my window, each unique crystal a harbinger of the solitude that would soon envelop my home atop the hill. My mother's voice echoed in my mind, her final warning before she vanished like the morning mist: "You will never follow the boy in your dreams." Yet every night, when sleep claimed me, there he was—Nathaniel Lockwood. His presence was a constant comfort in my…-
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