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47: Don't say that

Author: Gudwritez
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 23:48:40

Lucien’s POV

The darkness was the same as always. Heavy. Endless. But this time it felt different. It had weight, and it pressed against my chest like a mountain trying to bury me whole. I could hear nothing but the slow drag of my own breathing, thick and labored, as if the air itself had turned to smoke.

The shadows were moving. They never stood still for long. They circled me, shifting, darting, always just beyond reach. I turned with them, my hands clenched, my body tense, every muscle aching as though I’d been fighting for hours.

I had been here too many times to count. Every time it was the same. The faceless shapes, the whispers I could never quite catch, the constant weight of being hunted. And me—fighting. Always fighting.

But tonight the shadows didn’t just watch me. They closed in.

I could feel them brushing against my arms, my shoulders, my back, cold and sharp like knives drawn across skin. I swung at one, but my hand sliced through empty air. I turned and another was the
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