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The War Within

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-16 14:16:21

The rift was closed, but the world was far from healed.

Eldoria, once broken and bleeding, now pulsed with a tentative hope. Crops unfurled from scorched fields; the winds grew gentler. Wolves returned to the border woods, and the vampire mountains ceased their endless weeping. Children laughed in the lower city streets, daring to believe there would be a tomorrow.

But Elara did not emerge whole.

She returned to the palace as a shadow draped in flesh, her body present, her spirit wandering. She crossed the halls without sound, her eyes fixed on things that others could not see. Kael noticed first. The way she recoiled at the lighting of lamps. The way her hand hovered near a sword’s hilt, even in the safety of her own council. The way she paused at every door, uncertain if her name belonged to her anymore.

At night, she stood on the parapets, not gazing at the stars, but listening, straining for voices only she could hear. Sometimes Kael found her there, silhouette rimmed with ghostli
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