The rain poured down heavily, as if the gods above had become furious with the world. Every drop hit the earth like punishment, turning the night into a storm of raged wrath. I lay on my bed rolling on the bed uncomfortably as if I laid on fire. Despite the soothing sound of rain drops and the dusty scent that filled the air, I couldn't fall asleep. After hours of heavy thought and wide stares on the zinc, I was slowly dragged to the realm of temporary death. Suddenly I wasn’t sleeping in the room anymore. I was there, inside him.Inside a moment he had already lived… but my body wasn’t mine. My voice wasn’t mine.And yet, I could feel it.The wind was dry and metallic.Bodies lay like fallen leaves across broken stone. I could hear the screams, faint, torn, fading, like echoes trapped between worlds. I couldn’t move… but I could feel the weight on his chest.Lucian’s breath, sharp, ragged, filled my lungs.I was him.The war wasn’t a story anymore.It was real. Too real.The Hunte
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