Life without boundaries by ezio khoza (naccinucci)

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…I was out. I was free. But the price… the price was a hollow ache in my chest, a phantom warmth where Anya’s hand had been. I looked back at the chasm, at the darkness that had swallowed her. The truth I had sought, the freedom I had craved, was now stained with the bitter taste of sacrifice. The System’s grip had been loosened, but the scars of its hold, and the cost of my escape, would forever be etched upon my soul. I was free, but I was alone, carrying the weight of a world I was only beginning to understand, and the memory of a woman who had given everything for my dawn.