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Sunlight of the Later Days

Author: Claudia
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Ryder

The world is quieter when you know it might be your last day in it. The sunrise was barely up when I stepped out onto the training grounds. The air was cold, wet with dew, the kind that clings to skin and makes the world feel heavy. For once, I welcomed it. I wanted to feel the weight of everything as a whole. I wanted to feel the weight of loss, of guilt, and of the love I could not protect.

The steel in my hand felt too familiar. I had not touched a sword in weeks, not since Brandon’s funeral. But the rhythm came back easily. The grip, the balance, the slow and steady sweep through the air. My body remembered what my heart wanted to forget. The violence of the sword.

Brandon’s face still haunted me. The way his eyes went distant even as he smiled. The blood that wouldn’t wash off my hands no matter how hard I tried. Kiara’s scream still echoed in my chest like a wound that refused to close.

And now she was carrying my child. My heir.

The moment the doctor told us, I fel
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  • Rise of the rejected Luna    Sunlight of the Later Days

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