The rest of the day passed without any major events, yet Damon found no real rest in it, his thoughts repeatedly returning to what had happened with Cecelia, the memory lingering in his mind no matter how much he tried to set it aside.
Even as Sahira treated his wounds and later prepared dinner for him, he remained quiet, distracted, his focus drifting back to that strange, colorless world and the unfamiliar yet familiar voice that had called out to him.
As night settled and the manor grew silent, Damon finished his meal without much conversation and retired to his room, the weight of both physical exhaustion and restless thoughts finally catching up to him. Lying on his bed, he let out a quiet breath, his mind still unsettled, before fatigue eventually overtook him.
And soon after—
He fell asleep.
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