After leaving Noruaspire six months ago, I had eventually decided to start over in Maleifen.The news industry there was far more advanced, and many of the journalists I had admired for years were based there.In the beginning, nightmares plagued my sleep. Night after night, I dreamed of Lexi's cold expression and relived the physical and emotional pain I'd suffered because of her.I'd wake in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, my heart pounding as though I were back in that hospital room or hanging helplessly above the ground.The only way I could keep myself from drowning in those memories was to bury myself in journalism.It was said that time healed all the wounds. I didn't believe it at first, but little by little, the nightmares became less frequent.Eventually, I began sleeping through entire nights without waking in a cold sweat, and before I realized it, weeks could pass without me thinking about the people I'd left behind in Noruaspire.Then, one day, I ran int
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