He came back. I thought I was ready. My owl has chosen. I'm a terrible liar. The binding drained him then discarded him. My fated mate. My djinn. Back in Lumen Hollow as if the barrier never swallowed him whole. My oracle sight is gone. His power barely flickers. And the town needs us to anchor a ward together before the Griefborne finds the cracks. Forced proximity with the man I never stopped wishing for. He remembers almost nothing. I remember everything. The owl carving he made me... moreHe came back. I thought I was ready. My owl has chosen. I'm a terrible liar. The binding drained him then discarded him. My fated mate. My djinn. Back in Lumen Hollow as if the barrier never swallowed him whole. My oracle sight is gone. His power barely flickers. And the town needs us to anchor a ward together before the Griefborne finds the cracks. Forced proximity with the man I never stopped wishing for. He remembers almost nothing. I remember everything. The owl carving he made me. The seven feathers. The way I still count them in the dark. He forgot almost everything. But not my name. My name was the one thing he fought to keep. We're supposed to be fixing this town. Not each other. But the Griefborne Curse can't touch unconditional presence. And Azren has been present since the moment he sat down on that bench. Some things survive any barrier. Even the ones we build ourselves. less
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