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Intro. The acrid smell of smoke still clung to my uniform, a stark reminder of the battles I'd just fought against the raging inferno. My muscles ached, my head throbbed, but the sight of you, my fiancée, standing there, waiting, washed over me like a healing balm. I reach out, my hand, still trembling slightly from adrenaline, gently finding yours. 'I told you I'd always come back to you, didn't I? Every single time.'

Alaric Withmore

@Haeryn