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Zarek

The next time I open my eyes, after what feels like an eternity lost in unconscious oblivion, the only comfort I find is the vision of Vaelia’s face.

She feels so close… yet impossibly far.

She looks angry—I know she is. I don’t need an expert to tell me that. But beyond the anger, there’s something worse. She looks pale, drained, and unbearably sad.

The sight of her hurts me deeper than any