🪷🪷CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN Sena's POV Two days had passed since I awakened, and though my body grew stronger with each hour, my mind remained clouded with questions that no one seemed eager to answer. I sat propped against pillows in bed, picking at the bowl of soup Vera had brought me, when I finally voiced the concern that had been weighing on my heart. "The little girl," I said quietly. "The child who died. What happened after... after I failed to save her?" Kael, who had been reading correspondence in the chair beside my bed, looked up sharply. Something painful flickered across his features. "Sena, you do not need to burden yourself with—" "I need to know," I interrupted, setting the bowl aside. "Please. I remember what happened. I remember her convulsions, the blood, her mother's screams. What came after?" Vera, who had been quietly mending a torn dress by the window, set down her needle and thread. "Child, perhaps it would be better to focus on your recovery before revisit
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