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Chapter 92

Author: Buellaaldama
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The stillness around me was suffocating, a silence so complete it pressed against my ribs like the cold weight of a stone tomb. My body lay motionless, caught between life and death, barely clinging to the fragile thread of breath that kept me tethered to the world.

But inside, beyond the fragile shell of flesh and bone, a storm raged—an endless fall through the chasms of my own shattered mind. It was not a fall of gravity or descent into darkness, but a spiraling collapse into the deepest abysses of memory and fear.

Faces appeared—each one etched into my soul like scars.

Faces I had loved, faces I had lost, faces twisted in agony, their final moments replayed endlessly on an unforgiving loop. The screams and gasps echoed in the void, relentless and merciless, each death a blade twisting inside me.

I was drowning in the grief of a thousand lost souls, their blood staining the canvas of my thoughts.

The air in this void was thick with despair, and every breath I took was a struggl
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