The Cursed
For the first time in days, a genuine smile curved her lips, warm and radiant, chasing away the shadows that had lingered there.
She was excited not just to see her beloved, but for the promise he might bring: a path to lay the tormented soul to rest and sever the invisible chains binding their bloodline.
“Yes, Elena,” she replied, her voice steady yet threaded with quiet anticipation. “I’ve been waiting for him for what feels like an eternity. Today, at last, the day has come.”
Elena stepped closer, her younger face etched with concern. At seventeen, she still carried the wide-eyed innocence of youth, but the curse had aged her wisdom beyond her years.
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