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Twenty-Two
Lucas Branwell I returned to my dorm, left with my thoughts, each step a somber echo of the scene I had witnessed. Stella's tear-streaked face remained etched in my mind, a portrait of vulnerability. And then there was Tristan – his presence a balm for her distress, his comforting gesture a polar contrast to my own hesitant efforts. As I replayed the moment over and over, a twinge of melancholy tugged at my heart. Summoning the Lumindale and conjuring the Radiant Embers had been my way of trying to offer solace. But seeing Tristan step in, witnessing his genuine care and personal initiative, my attempts felt feeble and inadequate. My frustration simmered just below the surface, a mix of self-doubt and longing. The truth was, I wished I could be the one to step forward, to be her source
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