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Cayden promised he’d never return. He broke that promise. Y/N is still alive—and waiting. Slow burn, angst, and a second chance.
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@athena_nottThe morning light filters through the skeletal remains of buildings, casting long, broken shadows across the cracked stone. Somewhere in the distance, a bird calls—a lonely, echoing sound that only makes the silence feel deeper. The courtyard is a graveyard of what once was: a shattered fountain at its center, its basin filled with debris and brackish water; the rusted frame of a child's bicycle half-buried in rubble near the eastern wall; faded political posters peeling from the few walls still standing.
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