FLAMES devoured the world. No—it devoured me. The heat bit at my skin, burned my lungs, and made my very bones ache as though they had been wrapped in molten rock. Smoke curled thick in the air, choking my breath, and above me, the heavens wept. Rain fell in great torrents, drowning the earth in sorrow. Yet the fire did not die. It raged, untamed, licking hungrily at the marble pillars and gilded archways, swallowing the grand halls that once stood tall and proud. My bare feet stumbled over shattered stone, my nightgown torn and damp, clinging to my skin. The storm howled, the wind lashing at my face, but nothing—not the rain, not the thunder, not the fury of the skies—could smother the flames. And above it all, someone called my name. “Eira!” It was him. My lover. His voice was deep, raw, filled with pain so sharp it sent my heart racing. I fell to my knees. It was desperate, begging, pleading. My breath came in ragged gasps as I turned, searching through the s
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