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The Weight of Devotion
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2025-09-11 22:05:00Ciaran’s POV
The moment I saw her in the clearing, I felt it—the pull of something fragile and fierce all at once. Therrin stood there, her posture tense, shadowed threads of her magic rippling faintly around her like restless currents beneath a still surface. My chest tightened. Protecting her wasn’t just instinct; it was necessity. It was as though the air itself demanded I keep her safe, that every misstep of mine could shatter her.“Therrin,” I said softly, letting my voice cut through the quiet hum of the forest. She didn’t turn immediately, and I wondered if my words had startled her or if she simply hesitated to face me. Either way, I could feel the weight of every doubt, every fear she carried, pressing between us like a tangible wall.I took a step closer. Each movement measured, careful not to startle, but intentional. “We need to talk,” I said. “About us. About everything.”Her head tilted slightly, a silent question. I wanted to tell h
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