Love You After You Died
he said quietly, then retreated into shadow.
When the grave was filled, Ophelia pressed a palm to the mound. “Your brief light will guide me,” she whispered. Snowflakes melted on her hand.
Thorn spoke, rough with emotion. “War steals too much. I swear no blow will touch you again while I draw breath.”
Ophelia met his gaze—friend, guard, unlikely brother in grief. “We endure,” she whispered. “Not for victory. For memory.”
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#### Ashes of Tomorrow
Back in Cell Nine—straw replaced by blankets—Ophelia lay awake, pain ebbing to a hollow throb. Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear.
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