MelindaThe problem with war was never just the blood or the bodies.It was the uncertainty of its end, and the bitter fruit of the losses it demanded.Melinda felt that truth burning in her soul as she jolted awake, breath tight, sleep refusing to return. A cold ripple moved through her chest, sharp enough to sting. Someone was slipping away. She could feel it… but she couldn’t tell who.Pushing back the sheets, she slipped out of bed and stepped into the inner chamber of the dome.The night watchers were still positioned on the polished floor, hands interlinked, lips moving in low, fluid chants. Their spells hung thick in the air, like incense, pressing against the walls with every whispered syllable.Melinda’s gaze drifted, finally landing on Camille.Curled on her small bed, she slept deeply, the herbal potion mercifully quieting the hours of agony that had racked her body earlier. For now, she looked peaceful. Fragile. Unaware.“Princess Melinda.”The voice came from behind, soft
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