| 36 | Dust, Blood, and Grace

◈ Elion ◈

I haven’t moved from this chair in hours.

She lies in my bed, still and quiet, and I sit beside her, one hand holding hers—fingers intertwined in a grip I’m afraid to loosen. Her skin is warm now, no longer the cold, clammy pallor of blood loss, but I can’t bring myself to let go. No...

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