"He was a secret paid for in blood. Now, he's the debt no one can escape." They call the Alliance a place where spring never ends, a city washed in honeyed sunlight, where every dream seems to bloom. But every spring, no matter how beautiful, grows from a winter someone had to survive. Some people grow up with memories they hold close. Others spend their lives wishing they had any at all. Vyaan never had the luxury of choosing which kind of childhood would become his. Everyone has a version of themselves they leave in public. Vyaan has simply gotten better at it than most. The person people know isn't a lie, it just isn't the whole truth. He has no interest in the games the powerful mistake for purpose. He's simply waiting, as patient as the first snowflake before a storm. Seasons always change. Masks always crack. Even the longest spring eventually forgets how to bloom. And when that day comes, winter won't arrive with the wind. It will arrive with Vyaan Raheja.
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