I am a whisper in the shadows, a trace on every face, a secret in every breath. My name is Binbir Surat, bearer of countless masks. Four masters bound me, each with chains forged in pacts. Dragged down paths I never chose, I was freed each time by the Queen’s seal. Agreements shattered, chains broke, but freedom always demanded a price.
One moment is missing, one question echoes: Where was the Queen? I pleaded, searched for her in the ether, but my voice faded into the dark. My final master was a beast, his shadow cast over a cold dungeon where the chill of stone seeped into my bones. Yet, in that darkness, a spark of hope flickered. A memory stirred—yes, I was free.
Later, I learned the Queen had fallen to a traitor’s trap. My heart clenched, but my freedom came through Zeytuni. With her, my chains were broken forever. That day, I understood why God chose her. Zeytuni paid heavy prices, perhaps for us all. We are her family, bound in the shadows.
My existence still feels strange to her. She senses where I am now, waiting for my return. My journey was long, but today I pause. Our story takes a breath here, but soon it will plunge deeper, darker.
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