The first light. The first ache. This excerpt offers a glimpse into the memory that began it all—the grief, the silence, and the chance we traded away.
She didn’t know what it was at first—
the stillness, the pulse, the way the stars seemed to wait.But something in her remembered.
Not in words.
In the way her fingers clutched the fox tighter
when no one else remembered his name.In the way the night didn’t feel empty—
just full of things the world stopped listening to.
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