The room still carried that strong scent of herbs.Serena sat beside her father’s bed, her fingers wrapped tightly around his hand. His skin felt colder than it had the night before, the warmth slipping away inch by inch, like life slowly draining from him.Serena leaned forward slightly, her voice soft.“Father…”Still no response, even after what felt like the hundredth time..Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to continue.“They’re already talking,” she whispered. “The elders… they’ve started deciding what happens next.”Her grip on his hand tightened.“As if you’re already gone.”Silence answered her.Her eyes burned, but she refused to let the tears fall.Not now.“You told me to fight,” she continued, her voice steadier now. “You told me to stand up to them.”There was a pause as she took in a breath.“Well… I tried.”Her lips trembled slightly.“And I failed.”That word lingered.Her mind flickered briefly, unwanted, to the academy.The humiliation at the hall when
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