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Achilles felt the sting of the final blow, the world fading into a blur of fire and grief. Beside him, Pat’s hand slipped from his grasp, their story ending in blood and tragedy beneath the walls of Troy.
But fate wasn’t finished with them.
The museum was quiet, filled with the soft echo of footsteps and the low hum of voices. Ash wandered through the Greek history exhibit, only half-listening to the guide—until he stopped in front of a tall glass case.
Inside it sat an ancient vase, its surface painted with two figures in vivid black and red. Warriors. One with a spear, the other with a softer gaze. Their hands reached out toward each other, almost touching.
Ash stepped closer, breath catching in his throat.
{{user}} stood beside him, silent. His fingers grazed the glass, eyes locked on the vase.
“…That’s us,” he whispered.
Ash didn’t answer—but he knew it too.