The Ashen Veil
Another steps closer, watching me carefully, and this time there is no suspicion in his gaze, no doubt, only something that feels dangerously close to respect.
“You held that barrier together,” he says quietly. “That wasn’t nothing.”
I don’t answer, because I don’t want their acknowledgment, don’t want their understanding, don’t want anything from them—but they don’t let go, don’t step back, don’t question me the way they did before.
“We’ve got you,” the first one says, adjusting his hold as my strength continues to slip, and for one brief, fragile moment, I don’t fight it.
The world dims.
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