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75. ARIANA
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2025-05-02 13:05:35The moonlight was different tonight.
Even with the weight of fatigue pulling at my bones, sleep didn’t come easy. Ryan stirred beside me, his small chest rising and falling with a rhythm that used to soothe me. Not tonight. Tonight, everything felt... off.
Lucas had left the tent a few hours ago — another emergency meeting, another report, another piece of the puzzle falling into place, but not fast enough. I stayed behind with the children, trying to cling to whatever peace I could still grasp.
But when I finally did close my eyes, I was no longer in the safety of our camp.
I stood in a field of ash.
The sky was black — not night-black, but stained, unnatural, like ink spilt across a canvas. No stars, no mo
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