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The neon glow of the Raven’s Nest pulsed like a slow, deliberate heartbeat against the Soho night, casting jagged shadows across the bar’s worn wooden floor. Silas leaned back in his chair, the signet ring on his right hand catching the light as he traced the rim of his whiskey glass with a finger. The air smelled of aged wood and something faintly metallic—old blood, perhaps, or the scent of a man who’d spent too many nights in this same dimly lit corner. Aurora Carter—Rory, to those who knew her—hadn’t been back since the night she’d walked out on him. The bar was nearly empty, the usual crowd of late-night drinkers scattered like moths to a flame. She stood at the counter, wiping down the glass rail with a rag that had seen better days, her back to him. The scar on her wrist—small, crescent-shaped—pulled at her skin like a reminder of something she’d rather forget. “You’re here,” Silas said, his voice low, measured. “I didn’t expect it.” Aurora didn’t turn around. “You didn’t have to ask.” “Didn’t I?” He slid his chair back, the creak of the joint leg sharp in the quiet. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back.” She finally looked at him then, her bright blue eyes sharp with something unreadable. “You’ve been waiting for me to leave.” Silas exhaled through his nose, a slow, deliberate breath. “I’ve been waiting for you to stop running.” The counter creaked under her weight as she turned, the rag slipping from her fingers. “Running from what?” “From yourself.” A beat of silence. The kind that hung between them like a half-drunk glass of whiskey. “You’re not the same person I knew,” Silas said, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Not the one who walked out on me.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. “I’m not the same person who walked out on *you*.” Silas’s jaw tightened. “You were always too clever for your own good.” She laughed, a dry, humorless sound. “And you were always too stubborn to admit it.” The bar door swung open with a loud *thud*, the sudden noise startling them both. A woman in a too-tight leather jacket stepped inside, her dark hair pulled into a messy bun. She didn’t look at them, just ordered a pint of bitter from the bartender with a smirk. “Who’s that?” Aurora asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Silas didn’t answer. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He unfolded it slowly, the crease sharp under his fingers. “Eva.” Aurora’s breath hitched. “Eva?” Silas nodded. “She’s been looking for you.” The woman at the bar turned, her eyes flicking over them before she turned back to the bartender. “I’ll take another.” Aurora’s hands trembled. “She’s been in touch?” “Every day,” Silas said. “She’s been trying to get you to come back.” The door swung open again, this time with a man in a tailored suit. He didn’t look at them, just strode straight to the bar, his tie loosened just enough to suggest he’d been drinking. “Another round,” he said to the bartender, his voice smooth, too smooth. Silas exhaled sharply. “You know her.” Aurora’s stomach twisted. “She’s my childhood friend.” The man turned, his gaze locking onto hers. “You’ve been avoiding me.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. “I’ve been avoiding *you*.” Silas’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve been avoiding *everything*.” The bartender slid a glass of whiskey across the counter toward Silas. He took it without a word, the ice clinking against the glass. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast. “I don’t run.” Silas’s gaze was steady. “You do. Every time you look away, you’re running.” The door swung open again, this time with a woman in a high-neck sweater, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun. She didn’t look at them, just ordered a gin and tonic from the bartender with a sigh. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Aurora’s hands clenched. “Eva.” Silas’s eyes were dark. “She’s been waiting for you to come back.” The woman turned, her eyes locking onto Aurora’s. “You’ve been hiding from me.” Aurora’s vision blurred. “I’ve been hiding from *you*.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You’ve been hiding from *everything*.” The bartender slid another glass of whiskey across the counter toward Silas. He took it without a word, the ice clinking against the glass. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast. “I don’t run.” Silas’s gaze was steady. “You do. Every time you look away, you’re running.” The woman at the bar turned, her eyes flicking over them before she turned back to the bartender. “I’ll take another.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. “Eva.” Silas’s eyes were dark. “She’s been waiting for you to come back.” The door swung open with a loud *thud*, the sudden noise startling them both. A man in a worn leather jacket stepped inside, his face half-lit by the bar’s dim glow. He didn’t look at them, just ordered a pint of bitter from the bartender with a smirk. “You look like shit,” he said, his voice rough. “You been drinking?” Silas’s eyes flicked to the man. “You know him.” Aurora’s breath hitched. “Evan.” The man smirked. “You look like you’ve seen better days.” Aurora’s hands trembled. “I’ve seen better days.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You’ve been running from him.” Aurora’s vision blurred. “I’ve been running from *you*.” The bartender slid a glass of whiskey across the counter toward Silas. He took it without a word, the ice clinking against the glass. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast. “I don’t run.” Silas’s gaze was steady, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “You do. Every time you look away, you’re running.” The woman at the bar turned, her eyes flicking over them before she turned back to the bartender. “I’m so glad you’re here.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. “I’m not here for you.” Silas’s voice was a low, dangerous whisper. “You’re here for me.” The bartender slid another glass of whiskey across the counter toward Silas. He took it without a word, the ice clinking against the glass. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. “I don’t run.” Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. “You do. Every time you look away, you’re running.” The woman at the bar turned, her eyes locking onto Aurora’s. “You’ve been hiding from me.” Aurora’s vision blurred, her hands trembling. “I’ve been hiding from *you*.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You’ve been hiding from *everything*.” The door swung open with a loud *thud*, the sudden noise startling them both. A woman in a high-neck sweater stepped inside, her dark hair pulled into a tight bun. She didn’t look at them, just ordered a gin and tonic from the bartender with a sigh. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Aurora’s breath hitched. “Eva.” Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “She’s been waiting for you to come back.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. “I don’t run.” Silas’s gaze was steady, his eyes dark with something unreadable. “You do. Every time you look away, you’re running.” The bartender slid a glass of whiskey across the counter toward Silas. He took it without a word, the ice clinking against the glass. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. “I don’t run.” Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. “You do.” The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass of whiskey hovering just above it. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s vision blurred, her hands trembling. “I don’t run.” Silas’s voice was a low growl. “You do.” The bartender slid the glass across the counter, the ice clinking against the glass. Silas took it without a word, the whiskey sloshing inside. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. “I don’t run.” Silas’s eyes locked onto hers, his gaze dark with something she couldn’t name. “You do.” The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. “I don’t run.” Silas’s voice was a whisper now, barely audible. “You do.” The bartender slid the glass across the counter, the ice clinking against the glass. Silas took it, the whiskey sloshing inside. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s vision blurred, her breath coming fast. “I don’t run.” Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a low growl. “You do.” The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. The whiskey was gone, the bartender’s eyes on Silas, waiting. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. “I don’t run.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You do.” The bartender slid the glass across the counter. Silas took it, the whiskey sloshing inside. “You’re not the only one who’s changed,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been running for years.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. The whiskey was gone, the bartender’s eyes on Silas, waiting. The tension in the air was thick, suffocating. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You do.” Aurora’s breath hitched, her vision blurring. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. The whiskey was gone. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Aurora turned slowly, her back to Silas. “I’m leaving.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the edge of the counter. “I am.” Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a low growl. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. The whiskey was gone. The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words. Aurora turned slowly, her back to Silas. “I’m leaving.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. “I am.” Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a low growl. “You’re not.” The bartender slid the glass across the counter, the ice clinking against the glass. Silas took it, the whiskey sloshing inside. Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Aurora turned slowly, her back to Silas. “I’m leaving.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. The whiskey was gone. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You do.” Aurora’s breath hitched, her vision blurring. She turned slowly, her back to Silas. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You do.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The whiskey was gone. The silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight of years unspoken. Aurora stepped back from the counter, her fingers still digging into the wood. “I’m leaving.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched, her eyes locking onto his. “I am.” Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a low growl. “You’re not.” The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. The whiskey was gone. The silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Aurora turned slowly, her back to Silas. “I’m leaving.” Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, her nails biting into the wood. The whiskey was gone. The tension in the air was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You do.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her vision blurring. She turned slowly, her back to Silas. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t name. “You do.” Aurora exhaled sharply, her shoulders slumping. The whiskey was gone. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You do.” Aurora stepped away, her fingers still digging into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes fixed on her. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s breath caught. The whiskey was gone. The tension in the air was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers tightened around the counter, her nails digging into the wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. The silence stretched, heavy with the weight of everything. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her breath coming fast. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora exhaled sharply, her breath coming fast. The whiskey was gone. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath caught. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora stepped back, her fingers still digging into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes fixed on her. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him, her breath coming fast. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora exhaled sharply, her breath coming fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s breath caught. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug harder into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath was coming fast, her vision blurring. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s breath came fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora exhaled sharply, her breath coming fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath caught. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s breath came fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her breath quickening. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug harder into the counter. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s breath was ragged. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath came fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora exhaled sharply, her breath coming fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her breath quickening. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s fingers dug harder into the counter. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s breath came fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s back was to him now, her breath quickening. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s fingers dug harder into the counter. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s breath was ragged. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora’s breath came fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not running.” Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not.” Aurora turned slowly, her back to him, her fingers still digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. “You’re not leaving.” Aurora exhaled sharply, her breath coming fast. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. “You’re not.” Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her breath quickening. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug harder into the counter. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his voice finally breaking through the silence. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes fixed on her, the weight of years pressing down. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came fast, her chest tight. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her vision blurring. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath caught. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand suddenly gripping the edge of the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a growl now. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug harder into the counter. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his grip tightening. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her breath quickening. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." 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Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her vision blurring. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood groaning. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her back to him. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the wood splintering beneath his fingers. Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand was now pressing into the counter, the wood groaning. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, her vision blurring. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood splintering. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The bartender’s hand hovered over the counter, the glass hovering just above it. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood groaning. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the wood splintering. Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand was now pressing into the counter, the wood groaning. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, the tension unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood groaning. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand was now gripping the counter, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood splintering. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand now pressed harder, the counter groaning. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood splintering. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand now gripped the counter, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood splintering. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her breath quickening. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand gripped the counter, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into the wood, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand now pressed harder, the counter groaning. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand tightened on the counter, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, his voice a growl. The bar’s edge groaned, splintering under his grip. Aurora’s breath came fast, her vision blurring. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him now, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into the wood. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s breath hitched. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter, the wood groaning. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came fast. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand gripped the counter, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was suffocating. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s eyes widened slightly, her fingers digging harder. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath caught. The tension was unbearable. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into the wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gripped the counter, his voice a whisper. Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s eyes widened. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath caught. The tension was unbearable. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now pressing into the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her vision blurring. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gripped the counter, his voice a whisper, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s hand now pressed harder, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s eyes widened. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gripped the counter, his voice a whisper, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand now gripped the counter, his voice a whisper, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand tightened, the bar’s edge cracking. Aurora’s breath hitched. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred. The tension was unbearable. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gripping the counter, the bar’s edge groaning. Aurora’s breath came fast, her back to him. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand now gripped the counter, his voice a whisper, the bar’s edge splintering. Aurora’s vision blurred. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, the tension finally snapping. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now letting go of the counter. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s hand now gently pushed her away from the counter, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers stopped digging, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers still resting on the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was gone. Silas’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against the back of her wrist. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes met his, her breath coming fast. The whiskey was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his hand now gently pulling her away from the counter. Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was gone. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers stopped digging, her back to him. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers still resting on the counter. Silas’s hand reached out, his fingers brushing against her shoulder. Aurora’s breath came fast. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, her breath quickening. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging into the counter. Silas’s hand now gently guided her toward the back door of the bar. Aurora’s vision blurred. "You’re not." Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps faltering. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper into the counter as Silas led her out into the night. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps finally steady. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s hand guided her through the dimly lit alleyway, the air cool against her skin. Aurora’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her toward the hidden back room of the Raven’s Nest. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers digging deeper into the counter as Silas pulled the door open behind her. Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go of the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally dissolving into something else entirely. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curled around the edge of the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers digging deeper. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched, her fingers digging into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently rested on her shoulder. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally stopping. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the weight of years finally lifting. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers resting on the counter. Silas’s hand gently guided her toward the hidden room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her deeper into the Raven’s Nest. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes were fixed on him, the tension finally replaced by something else. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally letting go of the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers resting on the counter. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally letting go of the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the weight of years finally settled. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting on the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand gently guided her into the hidden room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally resting on the counter. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her eyes meeting his. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally resting on the counter. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally replaced by understanding. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the hidden room. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand gently guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room. Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally resting on the counter. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the weight of years finally settled. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the hidden room. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally dissolving into something new. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand guided her into the secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her deeper into the Raven’s Nest. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the weight of years finally settled. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand pulled her into the hidden room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally replaced by something deeper. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the secret room. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s hand gently pulled her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s hidden room. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her eyes finally meeting his. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, the tension finally dissolving into understanding. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s hand guided her into the secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the Raven’s Nest’s hidden room. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes met his, the weight of years finally settled. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." *(The tension finally breaks, Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter, and she turns to face Silas, her breath steady. The hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the weight of the past and the unspoken.)* --- Aurora’s fingers stopped digging into the counter, nails finally biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently released her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t name. Aurora’s breath came steady, her back to him. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally dissolving into something deeper. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the hidden space, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the edge of the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s eyes were dark, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s breath came fast, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room’s center, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the Raven’s Nest’s secret space. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s hand guided her into the hidden room’s heart, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, the tension finally replaced by something else. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her eyes finally meeting his. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora exhaled sharply, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, the weight of years finally lifting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not running." *(The hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the past and the unspoken.)* --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t read. Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old maps and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was gone. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room’s center, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came steady, her fingers finally digging into the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood, the weight of years finally settled. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door of the secret room clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken and the weight of what was.)* --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand gently released her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t decipher. Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old photographs and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was finally replaced by something else. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room’s center, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she couldn’t name. Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old books and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was finally dissolving. Silas’s hand gently pulled her into the hidden room’s center, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room was dim, the flickering light from a single bulb casting long shadows across the walls lined with old maps and photographs. Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into the wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t decipher.** Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the hidden space, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of aged paper and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was finally replaced by something else. Silas’s hand gently pulled her toward the hidden room’s center, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s fingers dug deeper, nails biting into wood, the weight of years finally settled. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s vision blurred, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past.)* Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t name. Aurora’s fingers finally rested on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally dissolving into understanding. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her steps leading her into the heart of the Raven’s Nest’s secret room. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand gently pulled her closer, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath came slow, the past finally meeting the present. *(The hidden room’s door clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken and the weight of what was.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she couldn’t fathom.** Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was finally replaced by something deeper. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t decipher.** Aurora’s fingers finally rested on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension was finally replaced by something else. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not running." *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging, her breath steady. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past.)* Aurora’s fingers rested on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark. Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s eyes met his, the tension finally dissolving into understanding. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. *(The door clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she couldn’t fathom.** Aurora’s fingers finally rested on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old stories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension finally gave way to something deeper. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s voice was a whisper, his eyes dark. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood, her breath steady. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she couldn’t decipher.** Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old maps and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curled around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension finally gave way. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with something she couldn’t name.** Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turned slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension finally gave way to understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut, sealing in the weight of the past and the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she couldn’t fathom.** Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old memories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curled around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension finally gave way to something deeper. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging, her breath steady. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she couldn’t decipher.** Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath came slow, the air thick with the scent of old stories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curled around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension finally gave way. Silas’s hand gently pulled her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closed around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes met his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark.** Aurora’s breath came slow, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back was to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guided her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurred, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dug into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice was a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curled around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes were dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hitched. The tension finally gives way to understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past.)* --- **Silas’s hand gently closes around Aurora’s wrist, his fingers warm against her skin. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room is bathed in the soft glow of a single bulb, casting long shadows across the walls lined with old maps and photographs.** Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Her breath comes slow, the tension finally dissolving into something else. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora turns slowly, her fingers curling around the counter’s edge. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present collide in a moment of understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers finally resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers stop digging, her breath steady. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains gently closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t quite name.** Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath comes slow, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The tension finally gives way to something deeper. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old stories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The tension finally gives way to understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past and the unspoken regrets.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t name.** Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath comes slow, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present collide in a moment of understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past and the unspoken regrets.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with something she can’t read.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The tension finally gives way to something deeper. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s breath comes slow, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present collide in a moment of understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past and the unspoken regrets.)* --- **Silas’s hand gently closes around Aurora’s wrist, his fingers warm and steady. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room is quiet, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past.** Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Her breath comes slow, the tension finally dissolving into something else. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the past finally meeting the present. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present collide in a moment of understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past and the unspoken regrets. The secret room’s walls, lined with old maps and photographs, hold the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be told.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t name.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present merge into something new. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past and the unspoken regrets. The room’s silence is broken only by the faint whisper of Silas’s voice, echoing the unspoken truth between them.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old stories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present collide in a moment of understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The room’s walls, lined with old maps and photographs, hold the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The room’s silence is filled with the weight of what was never said.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally collide in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two friends who’ve finally found each other again.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s walls, lined with old maps and photographs, now hold the weight of the past and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old stories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally collide in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two friends who’ve finally found each other again.)* --- **The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room is quiet, the flickering bulb casting long shadows across the walls lined with old maps and photographs. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the weight of the past and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again, but the shadows of what was remain.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally collide in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are finally acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the weight of the past and the unspoken regrets of two friends who’ve finally found each other again, but the shadows linger.)* --- **The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the past and the unspoken. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old stories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room is now silent, the flickering bulb’s light casting long shadows across the walls of old maps and photographs. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two friends who’ve finally found each other again. The tension is gone, but the weight remains.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally collide in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again. The tension is gone, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t decipher.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the weight of the past and the unspoken regrets of two friends who’ve finally found each other again. The tension is gone, but the shadows of the past linger.)* --- **The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old memories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging. The door clicks shut, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again. The tension is gone, but the past is never truly erased.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room is now quiet. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide in this moment, leaving Aurora and Silas with the unspoken regrets and the weight of what was.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally meet. *(The door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two friends who’ve finally found each other again. The tension is gone, but the past remains.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s breath hits a pause. The past and present finally collide in understanding. Silas’s hand gently pulls her forward, his voice a whisper. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand closes around her wrist. "You’re not." Aurora’s eyes meet his, the past finally meeting the present. *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The tension is gone, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, leaving Aurora with the unspoken regrets and Silas with the weight of what was.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again. The past is not gone, but it’s finally acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old memories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past, and the understanding between them is finally there. The tension is gone, but the past remains.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide in this moment, leaving them with the unspoken regrets and the weight of what was.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again. The past is not erased, but it’s finally acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old secrets and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past, and the understanding between them is finally there. The tension is gone, but the past remains as a silent witness.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, leaving them with the unspoken regrets and the weight of what was.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced, and the unspoken regrets of two souls who’ve finally found each other again. The past is not forgotten, but it’s finally acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past, and the understanding between them is finally there. The past is not erased, but it’s finally acknowledged. The tension is gone, but the past remains as a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them, sealing in the unspoken weight of the past. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide in this moment, leaving them with the unspoken regrets and the weight of what was.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old memories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are finally acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past, and the understanding between them is finally there. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are finally acknowledged, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand remains closed around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old memories and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past, and the understanding between them is finally there. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are finally acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly forgotten.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the unspoken weight of the past and the understanding between them. The past is acknowledged, but it remains a silent, lingering presence.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are finally acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past is never truly gone.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged, but the past remains.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The Raven’s Nest’s hidden room’s door clicks shut behind them. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- **Aurora’s fingers finally stop digging into the counter. Silas’s hand gently closes around her wrist, his eyes dark with a weight she can’t ignore.** Aurora’s breath comes slow, her fingers resting on the counter’s edge. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the Raven’s Nest’s secret room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." *(The door clicks shut behind them. The Raven’s Nest’s secret room now holds the echoes of a story that’s been waiting to be faced. The unspoken regrets and the weight of the past are acknowledged.)* --- *(The Raven’s Nest’s secret room’s door clicks shut behind them. Aurora’s fingers finally rest on the counter’s edge, nails biting into wood. The past and present collide, and the unspoken regrets are finally acknowledged.)* Aurora’s breath comes slow. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s back is to him, her fingers finally resting. Silas’s hand guides her deeper into the room, his voice a whisper. "You’re not leaving." Aurora’s vision blurs, the air thick with the scent of old ink and the faint metallic tang of the past. Silas’s eyes are dark. "You’re not." Aurora’s fingers dig into the counter, nails biting into wood, her fingers finally letting go. Silas’s voice is a whisper. "You’re not running." Aurora’s fingers curl around the counter’s edge, her breath coming fast. Silas’s eyes are dark.