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... dy was exhausted in a way that went deeper than muscle fatigue, a bone-deep weariness that I suspected was related to the shattered Aether Core humming weakly in my chest like a phone on 2% battery. No, I didn’t sleep because sleeping meant closing my eyes, and closing my eyes meant trusting that I’d still be here when I opened them.
And I wasn’t ready to trust anything about this world yet.
So instead, I sat cross-legged on the bedroom floor at 2 AM, wearing sleep clothes that c ...
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