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Submitted to Contest #301
The ice-cold wind bit at Eiran’s face, digging in its nails and tearing through his skin, chilling him to the bone. He stared at his hands, gripping the gleaming, silver-veined marble of the balcony railing. Under the sprawling night sky, his tears splattered against the cool marble like drops of starlight. He had not spoken to the stars since he was a boy. Now, following the death of his best friend, and the last living person in the kingdom of Nightfell, he felt more alone than ever. The stars were all he had left. Nehrio had been his com...
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