THE AFTERMATH OF WAR

AYLA’S POV

The silence hits harder than the battle. One moment, Nadira is there, the embodiment of shadow and rage. The next, she's gone. Vanished. The only trace of her left is the stillness. It presses down on me, thick and suffocating. My chest is tight, my lungs don’t want to work properly, ...

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