ElaraDarkness did not come all at once.It crept in slowly, like fog rolling over a quiet lake—soft, consuming, and impossible to fight.At first, there was only silence.Then came fragments.Voices, distant and distorted, echoing as though I were submerged beneath deep water.“Elara…”The voice was familiar.Urgent.Adrian.I tried to respond, but my body refused. My limbs felt heavy, like they didn’t belong to me anymore. Even breathing felt distant, mechanical, something my body did without my permission.Then sensation returned.Faint at first.Cold air brushing against my skin.The scent of earth and blood.Burnt metal.And silver.My chest tightened instinctively at the smell.A sharp, involuntary reaction.Pain followed.Dull, aching, spreading from the center of my chest outward like cracks forming beneath the surface of ice.I gasped.Air rushed into my lungs in a sudden, desperate inhale.“Elara!”The fog snapped.My eyes flew open.The first thing I saw was Adrian.His fac
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