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... e out loud, the world was still recognizable.
The sky was blue, not ash.
Birds still sang, not screamed.
And people… they still remembered who they were.
But now?
Names are a luxury.
Memories are weapons.
And mine—hers—is the only reason I haven’t let go.
Her name was Leina.
Three syllables like a spell I keep under my breath.
I whisper it when the hunger claws at my gut.
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