Ragnor
I stormed out of the office, the note still crumpled in my hand, my heart hammering in my chest.
The halls were quiet—too quiet. Every step I took echoed like the pounding of war drums in my ears.
"Valkyrie!" I called, my voice breaking through the oppressive silence.
Nothing.
Panic clawed at my chest like a caged animal desperate to break free.
I raced down the corridors, checking every corner, every shadowed alcove where she might have hidden. But she was nowhere to be seen.
The morning sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting long streaks of light on the polished floors.
Normally, the brightness brought a sense of calm, but now it only amplified the emptiness.
The kitchens were bustling, the clatter of pots and chatter of the staff filling the air.
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