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Chapter 25: Mourning the Dead
AMARA,
Grief wasn't something I could afford to feel. Not now, not with everything at stake. But even the hardest hearts have their cracks, and mine, despite all the walls I'd built, had started to splinter. It clung to me like an invisible weight, a shadow that followed me through every room, through every dec