MEND ME IF YOU CAN.
Her hands trembled as she touched his face.
He blinked slowly, voice hoarse. “Travian?”
She hesitated. “He’s gone.”
The word struck like a blade. But as she took his hand, a faint shimmer crossed his wrist—two intertwined marks, one gold, one silver. They pulsed once, like a heartbeat shared between two worlds.
From deep within, soft and distant, came a
whisper:
Always.
Soren closed his eyes, tears glistening against the dawn. The world was new, and this time… he didn’t weep.
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