Chapter 13
The Weight of the World
The war's trajectory is shattered. Janek, forever changed, carries the secret of the grotesque entity. The cost of his discovery is a chilling, eternal burden.
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The air in the cellar still tasted of damp earth and fear, a familiar cocktail that had become my second skin. Anya’s hand, usually so warm, felt cool against my cheek as she traced the lines etched by sleepless nights and the gnawing dread that had become my constant companion. Our daughter, Elżbieta, a small, breathing miracle, slept soundly in the cot, oblivious to the inferno that raged just beyond our crumbling walls. Oblivious, for now. That was the mercy
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