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89 The Agreement Hall

Author: Karima Sa'ad Usman
last update publish date: 2026-02-04 23:20:04
Nyra’s POV

The first thing I felt was warmth. Not the gentle kind that came with sleep, but the heavy kind, like my body had been dragged through fire and left to cool in ash. My limbs were slow. My head throbbed faintly, as if someone had pressed a thumb into the centre of my skull and refused to let go.

I blinked. Once. Twice. The cabin ceiling swam above me, the wooden beams unfamiliar for half a heartbeat, then memory snapped back in jagged pieces. The meadow. The whisper. My name. The wind
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