Elara's POVMy heart pounded in my chest, but I couldn’t outrun it. I couldn’t outrun the cold, the dread, the fate that awaited me. I screamed, desperate, my voice cracking with raw emotion, "Father! Please! Please save me! Nooo!" But my cries were swallowed by the wind, fading into the emptiness around me. My father wasn’t here. He had never been here when I needed him the most.I struggled, the rough hands of the guards digging into my arms as they dragged me through the dark streets. My legs felt like jelly, too weak to fight back, and yet they didn’t care. They pulled me forward, their fingers tightening with each step. I screamed again, my voice hoarse and frantic, but my pleas only echoed in the empty night, unanswered, ignored. The streets were deserted, as though even the world itself was too afraid to witness the nightmare unfolding.It wasn’t just the physical pain that choked me, it was the weight of what had brought me here. My father’s debts, his stupid, careless gambl
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