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Hello, Sable

Author: Mimi
last update publish date: 2026-05-25 16:08:14

The world was black.

No light. No sound. No pain. Just darkness. Just nothing.

I floated in the emptiness. No body. No breath. No heartbeat.

Then a voice. Faint. Distant.

"Mira."

I tried to answer. Could not.

"Mira, wake up."

Rex's voice. Desperate. Cracking.

I opened my eyes.

He was leaning over me. His face was pale. His hands were on my face. His fingers were shaking.

"You are alive."

I tried to speak. My throat was dry.

"What happened?"

He helped me sit up. The world spun. I leaned against
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