THE SECRET RUNThe night was too long. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of Demetrius’s voice telling me that love was only for people with a tomorrow. It felt like a stone sitting on my chest, making it hard to breathe. I lay on my small cot in the back of the medical wagon, listening to the world outside.

The camp never truly slept. There was always the clank of a guard’s armor, the crackle of a dying fire, or the low murmur of men who were too scared to dream.

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