Telling stories
*Raze* As I tuck Jo into bed, the shadows of the night wrap around us like a cozy blanket, and the faint scent of smoke still lingers in the air from the pyres we lit earlier. The world outside our fortified walls feels distant and chaotic, but here, in this small room filled with the soft glow of a lantern, I can focus on the most precious thing in my life… my daughter. “Daddy, tell me a story,” Jo pleads, her big brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. She’s always been fascinated by the tales of the old world, the one that existed before the disasters turned our land into a wasteland. I smile, brushing a loose strand of her dark hair from her face. “Okay, little wolf,” I say, settling into the chair beside her bed. “Let me tell you about the time when the sky was blue, and the trees wer
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