C21 SPIRITS OF THE BOND

The dawn was pale and cold, as if the sun didn't want to rise over what had been broken.

Elara stood among the garden's ruins, her bare feet brushing against the ashes of flowers that had once bloomed. The air still smelled faintly of smoke; her fire, wild and uncontrolled, had eaten everything in its path.

But she didn't miss the garden.

It was him.

Damon was no longer there.

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