“Lucas, step away from my wife.” Saria froze. The voice came from the darkness beyond the broken doorway, deep and familiar in a way that made her chest ache. Lucas stood in front of her, his weapon raised. “Stay where you are,” he warned. A man stepped into the light. He was tall, with dark hair and a faint scar near his left eyebrow. His shirt was stained with blood, and exhaustion shadowed his face, but his eyes never left Saria. He looked at her as though he had spent years searching for her. “Saria,” he whispered. She stared at him. Something inside her stirred, but her memories remained stubbornly out of reach. “Who are you?” The question seemed to wound him. For a moment, he said nothing.
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