Arlen’s vision blurred as the pain clawed at her chest, but through the haze, she saw her. Standing there, pale-faced and wide-eyed, Eira froze as if the sight of Arlen had stolen her breath. A faint, strained smile tugged at Arlen’s lips “You look... like you’ve seen a ghost.” Eira’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. She didn’t move at first, her chest rising and falling unevenly, until she finally stepped forward, trembling, her face a mix of anger, fear
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