Chapter 141: A Cradle for the Fallen, a Flicker in the Dark

Elora's POV

Time had slowed to something almost unrecognizable — thick and sluggish, like a pot of soup left too long on the fire, burned down to a dense, shapeless sludge.

I couldn't remember how long I'd been lying in this bed. Days, maybe. Months, possibly. Or perhaps I had spent an entire wint...

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