Chapter 98 – The Voices That Remember Too Much
POV: Liora
Sleep had become one of the few things I no longer trusted.
Weeks ago, I had feared the memories because they were unfamiliar. Now I feared them because they were becoming familiar. Every morning I woke carrying pieces of lives that did not belong to me, yet they settled inside my mind with an ease that made them feel natural. The line separating my own experiences from theirs grew thinner every day, and no amount of determination seemed capable of stopping it.
I sat beside the window in my chambers and watched the forest stretching beyond the fortress walls. The morning was quiet. Sunlight filtered through the trees, painting the mountains in gold. It should have been peaceful.
Instead, I felt exhausted.
Not physically.
Mentally.
Emotionally.
Every waking moment required effort now.
