Dominicus I lead Diana through the dense forest, my mind clouded with memories I've long tried to suppress. The woods are thick, untamed, with no clear path to guide us. But I know exactly where I'm going. Every tree, every rock, every scent is etched into my memory, a painful reminder of a past that has haunted me for almost a century. Finally, we break through the treeline, and I feel Diana's sharp intake of breath beside me. "It's magnificent," Diana breathes in amazement. I can't help the bitter twist of my lips. "It used to be," I think to myself, the words too painful to voice aloud. I stare at the ruins, lost in a haze of memories. The laughter that once echoed through these halls, the warmth of family, the sense of purpose and belonging – all gone now, reduced to rubble and regret. "This... this used to be my home," I finally manage to say, my voice barely above a whisper. Diana squeezes my hand gently, a silent gesture of support. She doesn't push, doesn't rush
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