By IMERPUS RELUR
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He swallowed silence.
It cracked his ribs.
Inside the marrow—
A voice lived.
It wasn't his.
But it was meant for him.
> "You have walked through flame.
But your ashes still breathe."
His chest pulsed.
Not with fear—
But invitation.
He screamed.
Not to be heard.
But to finally hear himself.
And he did.