She didn’t sit—just leaned against the old support beam like it owed her something.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6MNsf6OxE0
Her armor clattered against the floor, piece by piece. Every clang sounded like regret.
I poured her something steeped in thistle stem and cold mountain moss. Helps loosen what’s been clenched too long.
She spoke only once: “Do you know what it costs to be brave for too long?”16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSuVkicbj9n
I said nothing. The fire answered her. I think she heard it.
She slept by the hearth for hours. When she woke, she left behind a gauntlet and a single red feather.
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