SeraSera ducked into her tent after waking, the flap falling closed behind her, and for a heartbeat she froze. The air felt too still. Too quiet. The walls too close. Her pulse spiked, breath quickening as panic clawed up her throat.A tent. Enclosed. Alone. Vulnerable.Her fingers dug into the blankets, mind spiraling with old fears—Marcus locking doors behind her, punishment delivered in silence, isolation used as a weapon. Her chest tightened painfully.No. No, this is different. You're free now. You’re safe.It took a long moment before her trembling eased. She forced herself to inhale, then exhale slower. The smells inside the tent were warm pine, clean fabric, faint spice—not the cold, oppressive scent of Blackwater.Finally, she remembered.She was free.Sera pushed the flap open and stepped out, blinking into the soft morning light. The camp was already alive with movement. Wyatt was tending the fire, Westin was sharpening blades, and Lyra was rolling up her sleeping mat with
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