HENRY'S POVThe nightmare came again.It always started the same way—me as a child, running barefoot through the woods, the shadows stretching long and hungry, the sound of my own breath too loud in my ears. I could hear him behind me, the headless man, his blade scraping against the bark of trees, a jagged whisper of death. My legs burned, my lungs screamed, but I dared not stop.I tripped.The forest melted away.I was home. Sitting in the living room of my childhood house, the scent of stew wafts from the kitchen. My mother laughed softly, speaking to a woman I couldn’t see. The voice was familiar. Warm. Comforting.For the first time in my life, I hear the voice clearlyAzalea.But before I could move, before I could even reach for her, the scene shifted again. This time, the nightmare did not follow its usual course. My father was no longer the one kneeling, begging for mercy. It was her. Bound, bruised, silver hair matted with blood.And standing above her, blade at her throat, wa
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