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162: One at a time

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Darius’s POV

Sarah remained comatose, a silent presence in the her that nobody quite knew what to do with. Margaret grew stronger daily, her tiny lungs learning to breathe without assistance, her body filling out with proper nutrition. Eli divided his time between training with Thomas and sitting by his sister’s incubator, talking to her about everything and nothing.

And Kiera and I existed in careful orbit around each other, close but not quite touching, present but not quite together.

It couldn’t continue like this. I knew it. She knew it. We were pretending at normalcy while the foundation of our bond remained cracked and unstable.

One evening, after Eli had fallen asleep and Margaret was settled in, I found Kiera on the ramparts. She stood looking out over the territory, the wind pulling at her hair, the artifact’s glow dim against her skin.

“We need to talk,” I said.

She didn’t turn around. “I know.”

I moved to stand beside her, close enough that our shoulders almost touc
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