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Chapter 97 – The First Lie

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There was no sound when the hollow Liora pressed her hand against Liora’s chest, No explosion, No sudden, cinematic thunder. Just a quiet rip, like paper being torn somewhere deep in the soul.

The moment she touched her, Liora's memories, real and rewritten, splintered like glass. And she remembered. It wasn’t a dramatic betrayal. It wasn’t some grand deception. It was a whisper.

A thought she’d buried beneath duty and defiance. She’d told herself: “If I become strong enough, I’ll never need to be loved again.”

That was the first lie, And the deepest. Because Liora hadn’t just buried her pain. She had built her power on top of it. The Hollow Liora stepped back, smiling with dry, cracked lips. “You created me the moment you denied your own heart.”

Liora staggered. The space around them pulsed, Not with light, Not with darkness. With narrative. The shape of a story folding in on itself.

Liora turned, trying to escape this space, But there was nowhere to run, The void wasn’t behind her.
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