Soraya's POVThe room was quiet.Outside, the fortress hummed with frantic activity—the final preparations for the Gala. Since dawn, voices had echoed through stone corridors, boots had pounded against floors, and every plan had been rehearsed until it was seared into memory. Weapons gleamed under torchlight. Forged documents were tucked into hidden pockets. Roles had been repeated so many times that no one could forget a single word.I slipped away from the chaos and stepped into one of the storage rooms.Mina was already there.She stood beside a wooden table, surrounded by supplies. Food. Clean bandages. Water flasks. Small bottles of medicine. Everything was arranged with painstaking precision—neat rows, careful spacing, as if order could hold back the fear.She packed each item slowly.Carefully.But something was wrong.Her hands were shaking.At first, I thought it was the cold. The storage room was damp, and the stone walls held the chill of the mountain. But as I watched, th
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