Howl of the unchosen
Chapter 77: Orin’s POV
Freedom —It wasn’t as sweet as the chaotic vision I had dreamed it would be. It sat with me like sharp, bitter icing that stuck to my tongue, with a weight that would not go away, reminding me of everything I had lost, everything I still needed to be. The cold air burned on the strong inhale I took, stinging with every breath, sharper than I remembered. Had the world become harder, or had I just forgotten its sting after years in chains?
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