The Uninvited Witness
The silence that followed Liam’s question was absolute, broken only by the soft drip of water from the shattered vase. Kaelan’s hand slowly fell from his bleeding cheek. Elara’s chest still heaved, but the fight had drained from her, leaving a cold, sick horror. “Liam,” Kaelan began, his voice a shredded version of its usual command. “This isn’t” “I can see what it is,” Liam cut him off, his voice frighteningly calm. He stepped inside, letting the door close softly behind him. His gaze moved from the blood on Kaelan’s face to the wild desperation in Elara’s eyes, to the shattered crystal littering the floor between them like the ruins of a shared sanity. “It’s exactly what I left to get away from.” He didn’t shout. He didn’t look betrayed. He looked… sad. Profoundly, exhaustedly sad. It
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