Zane Wilson, UnwrittenZANEPrison had stripped me of everything I thought defined me. Reputation. Empire. Influence. Comfort.At first, the emptiness was terrifying. I had built my identity on control, on being untouchable, untamed, unchallenged. Now, even my reflection felt unfamiliar. The man staring back from the bathroom mirror had the same sharp features, the same dark, calculated eyes… but there was something new, something lighter, something I had never let myself see.He wasn’t there yet.He was becoming someone else.The first weeks outside were surreal. I walked the streets without an agenda, without meetings, without anyone to impress or intimidate. Cafés, libraries, parks — ordinary places I had once ignored — became classrooms. I observed the people around me: their struggles, their kindness, their small, deliberate choices. There was beauty in the mundane I had never noticed.And then there was Aurora.Not physically, not yet. Not in the flesh. But in memory, in instinc
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