Chapter 34 Chapter 34: Between Breath and Battle

Dawn's first light crept through the frost‑veined canvas as I stirred awake, still cocooned in the warmth of Shashwat's coat. Last night's festival echoes lingered in my chest—the crack of sparklers, soldiers' laughter, the metallic scent of gunpowder mingled with pine-sweet air. For a few precious ...

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