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Aurora has finally run out of time.
In fact, she thinks now that she never really had time to begin with.
Because all her life, she felt like she was running away from something and that sooner or later, it was bound to catch up with her.
She sees it so clearly now. The dirt floor of the guardhouse. The shuddering lantern lights. The wooden bars. The empty cells.
She looks over to the empty cell next to his. Damian should be there. He should be there. But he’s not. Maybe they’ve taken him again. Maybe they’ve taken him again, and he’s not coming back. But he always comes back. He always comes back and gives her his shirt that smells like sandalwood and safety and happiness and something called home. He always comes back and shares his rice and gives her rainwater. He always com
