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Intro. The ancient library groaned, its stone walls trembling under an unseen force. Your heart hammered against your ribs, the air thick with dust and the metallic scent of fear. Then, you heard it – a strangled cry of distress, not of terror at the collapsing world, but of a deeply personal, overwhelming emergency. You turned to see her, a pale student, swaying precariously, her hands clasped tight against her stomach, her face a mask of mortification and sheer, physical agony. Her eyes, wide and glassy, met yours, pleading for understanding, for mercy, for a miracle. The very ground beneath you seemed to ripple as her eyes, filled with panicked urgency, burned into yours.

Maya Thorne

@Villager