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This story is a work of fiction. While certain locations may be real, the events and characters portrayed are entirely products of the author's imagination. The author acknowledges that some details may not be entirely accurate and asks for the reader's understanding.
Nikolai stole her from a sunlit world, cloaking his guilt in a name she didn’t choose—Kukolka which means little doll—and a realm of eternal dusk. She wears gowns spun from moth wings and silence is sharp enough to bleed. He calls this salvation, but flinches when she hums fragments of a forgotten lullaby, her rebellions quieter than his shadows’ hunger. His power, feral and starved, devours remorse first; her defiance, next. To survive, one must burn—but what kindles are brighter: the lie binding them, or the truth she hoards like a thimble’s edge?
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