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A PROMISE MADE TO SELF

Ares's point of view

The scent of jasmine lingered faintly in the damp air. It was the only softness in the dark.

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the pitch around me. The cell was cold, the stone beneath my back unforgiving, and the silence broken only by the distant, mournful call of a nigh...