Bound by broken pieces
The forest had become a cage, and each step we took was measured, calculated, a dance on the knife’s edge of life and death.
Kenneth’s gaze met mine, black, unyielding, feral. “Hold on,” he breathed, each word deliberate, each one a tether, a command, a promise. “We’re not done. Not yet. And when we leave this place, it will not be because they allowed it. It will be because I decide it.”
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