SANYUKTA (23)
I reached Tara’s house just as the first light of dawn stretched across the sky, thin, golden fingers brushing past the horizon like a blessing I hadn’t asked for. I hadn’t slept. Couldn’t. The dream still clung to my skin like smoke that felt tainted by my pain.
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