34″Silence. That was the first thing she knew. A silence broken only by the mournful sigh of the wind as it swept across a landscape of broken stone and bloodied earth. She lay cradled in the arms of a monster, a creature of nightmare given form. Yet, his touch was surprisingly gentle. His gaze, though fierce, held a strange protectiveness. She was the light in his darkness, a fragile spark in a world consumed by shadows. And he, the demon, was her unlikely guardian.
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