The sun had barely begun to rise, its pale gold just brushing the sky. But Samay was already out.
The rusty old latch on the front door gave a faint creak, but he slipped through the crack like a whisper, making no sound—only his breath giving him away in the cold, trembling against his lips.
Inside, his heartbeat was a different storm altogether.
"Just once... Just once, let me pay this debt. Then I disappear."
He said it not like a prayer, but a curse.
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