Astrid’s PovPlease, please, please stop. Please, I don’t want to die. Please, I beg of you, don’t do this.The voice was mine, but I didn’t recognize it. It came out strangled and broken, trembling with a kind of fear I had never felt before. My own scream echoed back at me, swallowed up by the thick darkness that coiled like smoke in the corners.“Wake up,” I whimpered. “Wake up, Astrid. You’re dreaming. Wake up… wake up…”I clenched my eyes shut, my heart galloping in my chest.“Wake up!”I shot upright in bed, lungs burning as if I hadn’t breathed in hours. My sheets were tangled around me like a net, soaked with sweat. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. My eyes darted wildly around the room.That’s when I knew.It wasn’t a dream.Something was wrong.There were sounds, real ones. Not in my head and not from the nightmare. They came from outside, from everywhere. Crashes, screams, the sickening crack of splintering wood, and the unmistakable roar of fire.I slipped off the bed, every
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