OCTAVALight.It hurt to open my eyes. The world was a blur of white and gold, sterile light bleeding through gauzy curtains, the faint hum of machines nearby, the clean scent of antiseptic mixed with something softer… lavender.My head throbbed when I tried to move. For a second, I couldn’t remember where I was or how I got here. Then the pain came rushing back, his face, her smirk, the cold in his voice. It all came back like a wave swallowing me whole.“Oh, thank the Goddess… you’re awake.”The voice was gentle, trembling. I turned slowly to the side, and there she was, an older woman with silver hair that shimmered even in the dim light. Her eyes were the color of sunlight through amber, wet with tears. She reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with trembling fingers.“Who are you?” I rasped, my throat dry.Her lips trembled as though she wanted to speak but couldn’t yet find the words. “You don’t know me,” she said softly, “but I’ve been looking for you your whole l
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