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Chapter 87 – The Story Begins Without Her

Author: Wonderful65
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For the first time in weeks, the skies above Nightwind were clear. No storms, No sigils, No blood moons Just wind, Just quiet, But silence didn’t mean peace, Silence meant waiting.

Liora stood in the courtyard, eyes closed, breathing in the stillness, The Hollow Crown no longer pulsed it flowed. No longer an artifact on her head or spine, but a part of her bloodstream. A second heartbeat. A second memory.

She was not Liora or Liolai, She was both, But even as her soul settled, the world around her unraveled, Because someone had started writing again, And it wasn’t her.

That night, Liora dreamed, But the dream wasn’t hers She woke to birds that didn’t exist, Felt wind where her walls had never known cracks, Voices echoed down unfamiliar hallways.

She was in her own citadel, but it had been rewritten, And across her mirror, a single phrase scrawled itself in looping, ancient ink: “I wanted to see how you’d end.”

By morning, the signs were everywhere, Auren’s sword was missing its sigils
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