| 21 | A Fugitive Heart

◈ Celia ◈

I sit in the living room of the Sentinel’s quarter, my mind racing, my thoughts a tangled mess of fears and uncertainties. The plush fabric of the couch feels too soft beneath me, like it might swallow me whole if I let it. The rules Elion set out for me play on a loop in my head, a c...

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