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trusting

press face into her hair

breathe in scent of moonlight

of home

of peace

she sighs

content

happy

because of me?

it cannot be

she has already given me so much

would give anything in return

everything

but have nothing to give

except protection

except devotion

except self

broken as it is

she seems to want anyway

cannot understand why

but will not question

will simply accept

like everything else with her

it is a gift

Chapter

Forty

AZAREL

The pristine white walls of the Surhiiran outpost rise from the stone that stretches on for miles around me, the wind whipping my dark gray military coat around my legs.

It's clear I don't belong here.

Not anymore.

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