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One hundred and thirty three: echoed part

ผู้เขียน: Asheeda max
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Freya's pov

Talia was still asleep when I woke, curled tightly beneath Mira’s cloak, the pendant now tucked inside my satchel. I hadn’t dreamed, but the weight of the other me—the girl with white hair, the one who’d paid the price—clung to me like frost.

Outside, the dawn was pale and unwilling.

Kye was already up, crouched by the doorway, sharpening his blade with the kind of focus that looked like distraction. He didn’t speak when I stepped out, just passed me half of a dried ration and nodded toward the rising sun.

“How long do you think we have?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

“Before whatever came through finishes what it started?” he asked, glancing sideways. “Not long.”

We stood in silence, the kind that wasn’t heavy, just honest.

Then he added, “Do you regret it?”

I turned to him. “The kiss?”

His lips quirked slightly. “The choice. To be the one who came back.”

I swallowed hard. “I think… I regret not knowing what it cost. Not remembering what I traded for this version of mys
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