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BLOOD ON THE DOOR FRAME

作者: whitefaith
last update 公開日: 2025-12-09 01:01:06

Third person limited (Serna's eyes)

Ironfang infirmary, nine days after the twins first kicked

"He's AWAKE, Tarian's awake and walking and—" Some scout Serna didn't know burst through the door at dawn, voice high and breathless.

"Good for him." Serna didn't look up from where she was pressing a wet cloth to Lyra's forehead cause her fever had spiked again overnight.

"No you don't UNDERSTAND, he's declaring martial law, he's—"

"He's WHAT?" Kaelin was on her feet, knife already in her hand.

"Mart
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    Morning‌ came​ with​out gentleness. Li‌ght crept through the narrow‌ wind‍ow‍ in thin, pale lines​, touch⁠ing the ston⁠e flo​or and climbing the walls as i​f testing‍ whether it was welcome.⁠ Lyra woke up very‌ early , she sat up right with Ver‌a cradle​d firmly against​ h‌e‍r ches⁠t‌, he⁠r heart​

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    Same night, hours later"This one's not breathing right." Elira had the quiet twin, the weak one, holding it up to the light. Lips were blue, chest barely moving. "She's going."Serna looked at the baby in Elira's hands, so small and gray and wrong. Then at the other one in Kaelin's arms, still cry

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    Fifth day after Kira's burial"She's not breathing." Kaelin was holding Vera, face white. "Serna she's NOT BREATHING."Serna ran over, grabbed the baby, flipped her and hit her back. Nothing. Did it harder. Still nothing."ELIRA." Serna screamed it.Elira came running, took Vera, put her mouth over

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-29
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    Third day after the twins are born"She's burning up." Elira had her hand on Lyra's forehead, yanked it back fast. "This isn't normal fever, this is bad."Serna looked at Lyra's face, red now instead of that corpse white, sweat pouring off her like she'd been dumped in water. Her breathing came too

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-29
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