Charlotte's POVThe silence in the hall was heavy, punctuated only by the sound of my breathing. Eleanor sat perched beside me by the window sill, my fingers tracing nervous patterns on one of the dresses Teon and Knox had given me. I could feel Eleanor's eyes fixed on me, watching me intently with concern. “They'll be back, you know,” she said suddenly, with a quiet confidence out of nowhere.I let out a breath I did not know I had been holding, the sound heavy in the hall. “I know,” I said, my voice a little higher than a whisper. “But knowing and feeling are two different things…Especially in a world like this.” I added.Eleanor gave me a weak smile as if sympathizing with me. “True enough.” She said.A thought crossed my mind and I looked at her with a questioning glance. “Do you ever remember anything?” I asked, my voice soft. Her smile faded, replaced by a distant look in her eyes. “Not really,” she said, her brows furrowed in concentration. “Sometimes, I get flashes of images
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