Chapter 77 The Weight Of The Morning

• Chapter: The Weight of the Morning
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• The pale morning light filtered through the curtains, catching on the edges of the room and making everything appear sharper than it was the night before. I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling as the silence pressed in on me. Sleep had been a stranger—tossing, turning, thoughts racing—yet somehow dawn had still come, indifferent to the heaviness that sat in my chest.