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Two days ago, Vradyn and I lost each other. Not through anything either of us did. Vradyn was displaced, moved by forces neither of us had a say in, the kind of separation that isn't a death but isn't nothing either. I'm told it's recoverable, that paths like ours sometimes cross again if the world bends back the right way. I want to believe that. I'm not sure belief changes the shape of the empty space where Vradyn used to be reachable.