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Carly Hiebner
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![Fynn’s on his knees, [redacted]’s hand fisted in his hair, struggling to keep him upright. Blood pours from the gash in Fynn’s forehead, running down his face as he sways in and out of consciousness. [Redacted] doesn’t look angry anymore. He looks… empty. For a terrifying second, I don’t even recognize him. With shaking hands, he fastens a small device around Fynn’s wrist.
“Nora.” His voice is flat. “Forgive me. I hope one day you will understand.”
With an impressive show of strength, [redacted] grips Fynn by the collar, hauling him to his feet. He presses something on the watch and the face begins to glow before shoving Fynn toward the gaping hole at the rear of the room. Fynn stumbles a few unsteady steps before collapsing to the floor. I fight through the haze, desperate to reach him, but Zane catches me from behind—strong arms locking around my waist. There’s a tortured look in his eyes, like he knows exactly what’s about to happen, and he can’t stop it. I want to scream at him to let me go, but it dies before ever reaching my lips. A black pool swirls from Fynn’s watch—expanding—as Fynn struggles to stand. Resigned to his fate, he takes one last look at me from across the room, anguish written all over his face.
“Nora…” His whisper echoes through the room.
The black shadow swallows him up before collapsing in on itself. Where Fynn once stood, nothingness remains.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:fdpepbybplqb6lndijjlrc5g/bafkreids6tgvw4vgxmdcbhbcmgywlrcciebqhk2jif4ovnaitdiqcblrra)
