Chapter 60
Episode 60
The air in the room always felt thinner when he was near. Not in a suffocating way, but as if the very fabric of reality had been stretched, allowing a glimpse of something ancient and profound. It was a sensation I’d grown accustomed to, a subtle shift in the atmosphere that was as familiar to me as the scent of old paper or the quiet hum of the refrigerator. This time, the ‘thinning’ seemed more pronounced, almost vibrant, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.
I was sitting at my kitchen table, the chipped Formica cool beneath my forearms. Outside, the late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the lawn, painting the familiar scene in hues of amber and gold. It was a quiet day, the kind that usually lulled me into a peaceful melancholy. But today, a subtle tremor of anticipation ran beneath the surface of my calm.
He appeared not with a grand entrance, but with a quiet settling, like dust motes catching the light. A presence coalesced in the corner of my eye, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. Vlad. Prince Vlad. My protector. My constant.
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