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... ening around the basket she carried. The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and stew. It was just another day, another task, another moment where she forced herself to not think about the ache building inside her bones.
It had started subtly. A dull ache in her limbs, a strange tightness in her chest. She brushed it off at first, blaming exhaustion or stress. Cain had been gone for four days now. Four days of silence. She wasn’t sure why that mattered so much, ...
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