The first light of dawn breaks over the horizon. Stained glass windows, fractured and dusty, catch the sun’s rays and scatter broken rainbows across the chapel floor.
Inside, Sera kneels in the light like a penitent. Her skin, wan and ashen from the long night, begins to glow as sunlight spills across her face. The bruises on her arms fade. A deep cut along her palm stitches itself closed, leaving only a faint scar. She sighed. "Curse or not.... It's quite convenient to be able to heal.."
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29/08/2025