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... still.
Not a single leaf stirred and not a single whisper moved. Dust hung in the air like the whole world was holding its breath, and I knelt in the center of it all...chained, bruised, and surrounded. The cold stone beneath my knees was soaked with my own blood, and my wrists throbbed inside the iron cuffs. Every shallow breath I took tasted like ash and iron.
But none of it hurt as much as the weight of their eyes.
Hundreds of wolves. Lining the towers. Filling the le ...
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