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The Regret

Author: Dammy Anad
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-05 22:03:37

Nyra's POV

Working silently with someone you used to despise has a peculiar quality.

Not the acrid stillness that smolders with hatred, burdened by whispered charges and the weight of past injuries. Not the type where every breath tastes of metal and sorrow, when the air feels dangerously thin.

This was not like the others.

This quiet was... cozy, steady. Like the cadence of two wolves strolling side by side over brand-new snow, their paws dropping in unison. Not talking since there was no need for words. But with the kind of trust that only comes after sharing the worst together, heading in the same direction, toward the same far-off horizon.

With my fingers inked from duplicating maps and transcribing bits of old runes we had discovered hidden in the deepest recesses of the vault, I sat at the long oak table in the strategy room. Across parchments spread like fallen leaves, moving patterns were created by the afternoon light that filtered through lofty windows.

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