The dawn came slow and soft, spilling gold through the windows like the sky itself was exhaling after holding its breath all night.Clara stirred beneath the blankets, her body aching in ways she couldn’t name. The air smelled of earth, herbs, and faint moonlight. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Martin — slumped beside her bed, his head resting on his forearm, exhaustion carved into his face.For a long time, she just watched him breathe. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers twitched every few seconds, as though he was still fighting something even in sleep.“Martin,” she whispered.His eyes flew open instantly, wild and alert. But when they landed on her, all that sharpness melted into relief so deep it nearly undid him.“You’re awake,” he breathed, voice breaking. “Clara—”She reached up, cupping his cheek. “I’m fine,” she said softly. “I think… it’s over.”He let out a shaky laugh that sounded half like a sob, then pressed his forehead ag
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