LUCIANI should be used to this kind of darkness by now. Thick air, heavy mist, and the kind of silence that feels like it's waiting to bite down on the back of your neck. But nothing about tonight feels like survival training. This is my son.Leah stays close to me, her breaths short and sharp, her hand trembling every time the wind shifts wrongly. The trail winds through broken stone and old forest roots. It’s hard to keep track of the scent, but we’re doing it, there’s no giving up.“We’re close,” she says.I nod, even though my chest is already tight. The deeper we move into the outskirts, the more the world starts to warp. The mist is no longer mist, it bends, and shapes itself, tears open into half-formed visions that feel too real. At first it’s just shadows, smudges of bodies, and blurry faces. Then I hear…“Lucian.”His voice hits me like a blade to the ribs. He’s in front of me, barefoot. He reaches out to me, calling me. Leah grabs my wrist. “Lucian. Don’t.”I blink and K
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