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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 82
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Miyal stood at the border of the garden, the last remnants of the sun disappearing behind the horizon. The sky, once a blazing orange, was now gradually draining into a dark indigo, reflecting the tempest that brewed within him. The garden was burgeoning, but it wasn't yet enough. Not nearly enough. The shoots that Krishna had sown were lanky, just like the hope he held on to—barely clinging, but fiercely alive.He couldn't let go. Not of the Citadel, and definitely not of Krishna.Even if she had rejected him, even if she had discovered someone new in Ignatius, he would never give in. He couldn't, he told himself, his hand shaking as it brushed against the feeble shoots of leaves that sprouted from the ground. Not after all of this.The void he experienced every time Krishna moved further out of reach from him was crushing. Each step she had taken towards Ignatius had been another kick to his heart, but it wasn't the hurt alone that propelled him now. It was the belief that he could
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Miyal remained frozen, his gaze fixed on the shadow where Ignatius had vanished. The biting wind pushed against him, an unspoken reminder that the world went on while his heart remained stuck in time. The last words of Ignatius resonated in his mind, cutting and absolute, but they could not eliminate the hurt. They could not forget Krishna.He was aware that he needed to move forward. The Citadel required it. The people required him to be the leader they once thought he was. He needed to lay aside the specters of the past of Krishna, of the Citadel before the plague and look to the future.As the wind grew stronger, causing him to shiver, Miyal felt an overwhelming reality solidify in his chest.How could he forget Krishna when every nook of this compound was riddled with memories of her?Everything seemed haunted in the garden, in the city streets, in the council chambers by her presence. Krishna's laughter, her voice, the way she had always believed in him and them, despite everythi
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Miyal stood still, the force of his own mind bearing down on him as the icy wind murmured through the skeletal limbs of the garden. The garden of vibrant beauty, now stained with the black ash of Perfera's rule, was an extension of his own soul. There was life here, indeed, but it was weak, tentative. Like him.He'd come back to this place time and again, seeking some indication that the world his world was not quite as irrevocably shattered as it seemed. He'd failed Krishna. Failed the Citadel. But this garden, this emblem of renewal she'd attempted to coax to life, continued to draw him in.The moon was low in the sky, its chill light throwing long shadows across the ground. His breathing was shallow as he looked down at the ground beneath his feet. He had sown the seeds, but they were nothing but feeble shoots, fighting to live in the ash. He couldn't help but think the same of himself. How did it come to this?Miyal closed his eyes, the load of his regrets bearing down on him. He
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The days ran into one another. Time passed in the Citadel, but Miyal felt every passing moment stretching, as if his bones were imprisoned in an unyielding grip. There was no room for him to catch his breath, no release from the burden of being Alpha. The council, where once he used to sit and strategize with fellow visionaries, now came across as a court of vultures, all of whom were waiting for him to crash. He could sense their gaze, laden with judgment and anticipation, perpetually upon him.The Citadel was different. Its citizens, damaged by the plague, tormented by the memory of Perfera's cruel domination, were still recovering—but with doubts. Doubts about him. Doubts about the future. And why not? He'd let them down. He'd let Krishna down.Miyal's every move was burdened with that knowledge. In the council hallways, he struggled to maintain a steady voice as he went through the motions of leadership. Ancient plans needed to be reworked, new commands needed to be given, and the
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Miyal's return to the Citadel was quiet. His horse trotted along the darkened path as the last of the horrific plague hung in the air, though the land itself has started healing. People are rebuilding. Smoke plumes can be seen from a distance from where rubble is released because the people toil at night and day to rebuild what was lost in the Citadel.But Miyal did not feel it. The ground felt abandoned, as barren as the place in his chest where Krishna had once resided. Every step he took, he felt as though he was becoming further removed from her, further buried in the hollowness of the woman he had let down.Her words resonated inside him like a bell struck too harshly. You don't get to mourn me if you still have who I was.He had left her in the garden left her to plant seeds of something else, something that would never include him. There was no softness in her voice, no sorrow. Only resolve. Krishna had chosen to leave him, and the acrid finality of it had seared through his he
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Brunschière was quieter than Miyal expected. No gates. No guards. Just stone houses and crescent lanterns strung between trees. Soft laughter drifted from an orchard. Somewhere, a child was singing to the wind.But Miyal didn’t come for the peace.She came for her.Krishna at the field edge, hand-picking silverroot, her back to him. Her cloak was the color of dust. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. No moon crown. No flame. Just a woman in the dirt.Miyal came forward."Krishna."She didn't turn.Didn't even flinch.Just kept picking the roots, individual by individual.Miyal took another step. "I didn't think you'd.""You shouldn't have come."That halted him in his tracks.Her voice wasn't angry. Wasn't cruel.It was. bare.As if she had planted a stake in the earth and entombed everything beyond it."I know," he croaked.She pulled out another root. Cleaned it off. Poured it in the basket.Miyal struggled to speak again, but the words stuck to his throat like soot."I came b
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