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Chapter 49. Truth and remembrance

Author: jengreyy
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-12 05:29:03

* Zeina *

I felt the lie before I remembered it.

It clawed its way up from some hidden hollow in my soul, black, cold, sharp-edged. The circle of silver dust burned against my skin like frost, not fire. But that was the nature of truth, it never entered screaming. It crept in, like regret. Like old ghosts.

The Trial did not ask questions with words. It peeled you open and waited.

I was no stranger to pain. I'd bled on battlefields most wolves never survived. I had endured betrayal, exile, and the death of my mother. But this, this was not pain.

This was remembrance. The circle pulled me downward, inward. My knees struck marble, but I didn't feel it. My lungs tightened. My breath vanished. The palace fell away.

And then.

I stood in a forest. Moonless. Endless. A place I had only seen once, in dreams I refused to speak of. The trees here whispered with voices I knew, Donna's lullabies. My brother's fury. Cerberus's silence. The whispers became wind, slicing through the bones of me, unti
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