The Price of Secrets
Aurora stood at the highest balcony of the obsidian tower, her silver hair dancing wildly in the cold wind that whipped across the palace. The horizon bled crimson as the sun sank into the mountains, casting long shadows over the land she was now expected to help defend. Her hands gripped the stone railing tightly, knuckles pale. Below her, the capital bustled with anxious energy—soldiers marching, scouts reporting in rapid succession, and couriers dashing across the courtyards with scrolls strapped to their backs. But up here, she was still. Frozen in thought. “Do you ever miss the version of yourself that didn’t carry the weight of the world?” a familiar voice asked gently from behind. Aurora turned to find Theron standing at the threshold of the balcony. His black cloak shimmered fa
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