Emlyn’s eyes cracked open, his body numb and frozen, breath shallow and weak. Spotting someone in the distance, he struggled to move but couldn’t—until a faint, broken whisper escaped. “P-please… help me… I’m alive…but I’m…s-so cold…” His vision swam as he fought to stay conscious, barely holding on.
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2Amir the Vengeful
28/05/2025
Saffron Rosier
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28/05/2025