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Elara’s Struggle

Chapter 12

Third POV

Elara’s body ached in ways she had never imagined possible. Each morning she awoke on the cold stone floor, her muscles stiff, her joints screaming in protest as she tried to stand. The chamber’s oppressive cold had seeped into her bones, making every movement a reminder of her slow decline. Days had blended together into a monotonous cycle of discomfort, hunger, and relentless fatigue. The meager rations Solas provided barely sustained her, leaving her weaker with each passing hour.

Her mind, once sharp and filled with purpose, had begun to dull under the strain. Thoughts that had once been clear and determined now swirled in a haze of exhaustion. Every step was a battle, every breath a struggle to maintain the fragile thread of her resolve. And through it all, her hatred for Solas festered like a wound that refused to heal.

She hated him for what he had done to her, for the cruelty he had inflicted. But more than that, she hated him for the games he was playin
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