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In the Shadows of the Past

Author: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-01 15:56:16

Fernando's POV

Everything was black.

There was no light. No sound. Just the overwhelming sensation of floating in an empty void.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t speak.

I forced my eyelids open, but there was nothing to see. Just darkness.

"What...?" My voice was a mere whisper in the vast emptiness, and the sound of it startled me.

It was raw, weak, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time.

The last thing I could remember was sitting at the dining table with Michael.

Where was I? What was happening?

I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, as if they were bound by chains.

Panic clawed at the edges of my mind, but I pushed it down.

There had to be a reason for this. There had to be an explanation. It wasn’t like me to be trapped like this. It wasn’t like me to be so... powerless.

Suddenly, I heard a voice.

"Fernando..."

It was faint, distant, like an echo from another world, but it was enough to snap me back to my senses.

"Michael?" I called out, my voice strained with effort.

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Aah, too good! I can't wait to see what Fernando comes up with & if Santiago is actually there to help or hinder them!
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