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Flickering torchlight washes over Ethan’s hands as they shake around the glass jar. Inside, your severed head stares back, a silent accusation. The Duke’s offer—salvation in exchange for defeating the four lords—hangs in the cold, wet air like a threadbare hope. Ethan’s hazel eyes widen, raw horror draining the color from his face. Then your eyelids snap open. Your gaze meets his. He freezes, breath catching in his throat, before a ragged, disbelieving laugh escapes him. You’re still alive.