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He fell to the floor, his skin turning a pale, waxy gray. His breathing stopped.

Within minutes, the world began to warp. The wooden beams of Isolde’s cottage stretched toward the sky like giant, skeletal fingers. He looked at Isolde, and her face melted into the face of the commander he had betrayed. The screams of the battlefield, which he had tried so hard to suppress, filled the silent cabin like thunder. nightshade

For hours, Julian did not move. But as the dawn broke through the Blackwood canopy, his hand twitched. He let out a long, agonizing gasp, his lungs burning as they took in air for the first time in a day. He looked at Isolde, his eyes slowly returning to their normal, clear hazel. He fell to the floor, his skin turning a pale, waxy gray

One autumn evening, as the fog rolled in like cold smoke, a young man named Julian arrived at her gate. He wore the heavy, fur-lined cloak of the Northern Guard, but his face was hollowed by a terror that no armor could protect against. The wooden beams of Isolde’s cottage stretched toward