Chapter 11: Old Wounds, New Doubts

Alex’s POV

Sleep clung to my bones like a bad omen when I woke, thick and heavy and unwelcome. For a moment, I stayed still, staring up at the dark wood beams above my bed, listening to the faint morning hush beyond my chamber walls. My head ached with a dull, pulsing throb, like my past had rea...

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