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Azriel Three days. Three agonizing days of being pinned to that metal slab, wrapped in silver chains that slowly but surely drained the life out of me. The wounds on my wrists and chest had stopped bleeding, but only because the silver had burned the flesh off, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed with every heartbeat. My throat was as dry as dust. My muscles felt like lead. But the physical torment was nothing compared to the suffocating weight of the guilt tearing through my mind. I had failed her. I had walked right into their hands, completely blinded by my confidence, and now Seraphina was paying the ultimate price. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her tear-streaked face. I saw her screaming for me to save her, and it only proved how weak I really was. Because of my
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