A Soft Rebellion

Sabine's POV......

Morning came softly.

Not with alarm or dread.

Not with urgency or fear.

Just sunlight spilling across the floorboards and the quiet rhythm of birdsong outside my window.

I stayed still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

It felt... strange.

Waking without anxiety clawing at my chest. Without immediately running through threats, duties, responsibilities.

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