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ZAREK

I pounce on the bed, the movement sudden and forceful, hoping the jolt will startle her awake. But nothing happens.

She’s cold. Too cold. My heart races,in fear. She can’t die on me. She can’t.

I sit on the bed, pulling her up into my arms, wrapping my arms around her to cradle her like a child as if my warmth alone could bring her back.

"Vaelia! Please wake up! Wake up now—I command you!" M