Prologue II

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Flames crackle from the fireplace, tossing elongated shadows that lunge forward in a blazing performance.

A dance of survival—a last battle of crimson against the obsidian gloom.

I sit in the company of solitude to write this, while my mind remains hounded by unyielding thoughts.

Outside, snow dances to the Earth, closing the curtain on the final season of my brief eternity.

Of one thing, I am certain: my days are numbered, and my death is fated to be chronicled in the annals of history.


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