SELENEUncle just stood there… smiling. A smile I’d never seen on him before.In all my life, we’d barely crossed paths—only during formal summons or when he’d wander into the library by accident. In over twenty-five years, he had spoken less than a hundred words to me. I knew. I counted. I thought it was normal. He was the kind of man who didn’t speak unless the world demanded it.“Hello, Selene. How are you doing?” His voice—calm, steady—still made my knees buckle.“U… Uncle…” I stammered, eyes darting to the crumbling, dust-laced walls around us. “What just happened? How the hell did I get here?”He simply smiled, stepping closer with the gentleness of someone who’d been waiting far too long. “That,” he said, his tone light, “I asked a favor… from someone.”He crouched slightly, reaching out a hand toward me. “We’ve got a lot to talk about, don’t we?”Numbly, I reached for him. He pulled me into a firm embrace, warm and grounding. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice heavier n
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