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This man did not trade in heralds or blessings or miracles. He was an angel of a different kind.
Hope. A strange word. In her past, it had been a light, wispy thing. Crushed as easily as a finger under a guard’s boot. But now… now hope weighed so much, as if the Colosseum itself had collapsed on top of her.
Compartmentalizing: Taking something full of pain and burn and pushing it back to the darkest place of yourself. The place even you’re afraid to go.
The world was not just moving. It was alive. And it was ready to fight.