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Chapter Forty-Four: The One Who Stayed

Author: Key Kirita
last update publish date: 2026-02-01 06:32:02

I found Ruarc outside the kitchen, pacing. Not with urgency, but with the kind of restless energy that builds when guilt has no place to go. He moved like a caged thing. When he saw me, he froze mid-step, breath catching just slightly. He didn’t speak.

His eyes dropped to my bandaged hand, lingered a second too long, then flicked back to my face. The silence between us pulsed with unsaid things. Still, he didn’t ask.

I held up the plate in my hand—the one he’d left for me hours earlier, now col
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