Somewhere in the Dark, Deep Dungeon of Ironclaw
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The darkness was absolute. No light, no warmth—just the cold, suffocating silence that gnawed at the edges of our minds. We had been here for decades, our lives reduced to whispers and shadows.
"My beloved," she murmured, her voice trembling in the void. "I wonder… does he still think of me?"
I turned toward her voice, though I couldn’t see her face. She was the youngest among us, and her spirit, though fragile, carried a longing that none of us could entirely understand.
"He must," I said, keeping my voice steady. "A bond like that doesn’t simply fade away."
She let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and sharp. "A bond, you say? What good is a bond when it’s broken? When time and fate tear it apart, leaving nothing but ashes?
