CHAPTER 36: The Unclaimed Voice
"Fear, anger, desperation... they grip the heart like a claw sinking deep into flesh. But these are only emotions-simple shadows compared to this darkness. This darkness was alive. It breathed. It watched. It knew. Maybe it was meant to be faced alone. Maybe we stood no chance together, and that was why it tore us apart-an act of twisted mercy. Or perhaps it wanted us to feel the pain of separation as its own form of t*****e. I found myself in the forest again, with Mother and Edmund beside me. Fortunately. We were together. But not for long. Unfortunately. We were all afraid, all disoriented. In truth, this part of the tale differs little from Mother's-until the moment our paths diverged. Then I was alone. And I knew, with a hollow certainty, that Mother and Edmund were suffering
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