“Radu stands first, his body held rigid, a knife gripped in his hand so tightly his knuckles pale. His father is beside him, broader, steadier in stance but not in breath. His mother cowers behind them, a torch lifted, its flame shaking, scattering light across their faces in fractured, trembling lines.
And behind Radu—
Elena.”
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— Apr 17, 2026 05:33AM
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