Whispers Of My Incubus Guardian
A vision flickered before me—a woman, her face bright with joy, speaking to me, though I couldn’t quite grasp the words.
And then, in an instant, tears welled in her eyes as she clutched my hands, her sorrow pressing into me like a weight.
A sharp breath tore from my lips as I snapped back to reality, my heart hammering in my chest. Lifting the handkerchief between us, I held it up like an offering, my fingers trembling.
“Look at this,” I urged, my voice gentle yet firm, willing him to see—truly see—what it meant. To believe.
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