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Ch. 38: Help

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Astrella's point of view

I woke up suddenly, breathing heavily, with my chest rising and falling in an inconsistent rhythm. The room was still dark, maybe because it was still midnight. I glanced to the side and saw Dax still fast asleep next to me. His arm was stretched around my waist, hugging me tight. He remained utterly still even when I woke up abruptly.

The dream was still fresh in my mind about the incoming war and my parents' betrayal, and I think I consider myself in that. I don't know anymore, and the crushing weight of guilt is eating me whole. It clawed at my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My hands curled into the sheets. I felt like a traitor. Am I not?

Earlier, after practicing at the shooting range with Xanthe, I had gone straight to Dax’s room. I told myself I’d distract my mind, that I’d write a little. And I did—at first. But the words soon blurred, lost in my own spiraling thoughts. What was I supposed to do? How the hell was I going to save my sister f
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