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CHAPTER 18: Echoes of The Well

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The song ended in silence that didn’t feel like peace.

Yvette stood frozen in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. Cara’s fingers still hovered over the piano keys, unmoving, as though something unseen held her there—like a marionette whose strings had not yet been cut.

The mirror stood behind her.

Whole.

Undisturbed.

Wrong.

Yvette didn’t remember putting it back. She remembered shattering it. She remembered the sound of glass falling like rain, the cold bite of its magic fading from the room. But there it stood, pristine and cruel, its surface too still, too dark—as if it reflected not the world behind but something else entirely.

“Cara?” Yvette’s voice came out barely above a whisper.

The girl flinched. Her hands dropped into her lap as though she had only just noticed them. Slowly, she turned her head toward Yvette.

Her eyes were not her own.

They were too wide. Too bright. Lit from within.

Then, just like that, the light was gone.

“Yve?” Cara blinked, confused. “What… why
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  • A LOVE LIKE OURS   CHAPTER 18: Echoes of The Well

    The song ended in silence that didn’t feel like peace.Yvette stood frozen in the doorway, her breath caught in her throat. Cara’s fingers still hovered over the piano keys, unmoving, as though something unseen held her there—like a marionette whose strings had not yet been cut.The mirror stood behind her.Whole.Undisturbed.Wrong.Yvette didn’t remember putting it back. She remembered shattering it. She remembered the sound of glass falling like rain, the cold bite of its magic fading from the room. But there it stood, pristine and cruel, its surface too still, too dark—as if it reflected not the world behind but something else entirely.“Cara?” Yvette’s voice came out barely above a whisper.The girl flinched. Her hands dropped into her lap as though she had only just noticed them. Slowly, she turned her head toward Yvette.Her eyes were not her own.They were too wide. Too bright. Lit from within.Then, just like that, the light was gone.“Yve?” Cara blinked, confused. “What… why

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