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Episode 82

Penulis: MICHEAL X
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-31 12:40:14

A careless movement. A graze of skin on wood. The scar along my ribs—the one shaped like Kieran's knife—splinters with a sound like breaking glass. Golden light spills out, thick as honey, and suddenly I'm not in my sanctuary anymore.

I'm there .

The grove. The blood. Arthur's last breath steaming in the winter air.

And—

Oh god.

A Council harvester stumbles through the memory with me, her eyes wide with someone else's horror. She reaches for me, her fingers passing through my chest like I'm the ghost here. The geode's light pulses, pulling her deeper into the past.

"Lily!" The Child's voice cuts through the memory like a knife. Their hand clamps around my wrist, yanking me back to the present. The harvester doesn't follow.

The geode lies at our feet, its crystalline surface fogged with trapped echoes. The harvester's face presses against the interior, mouth open in a silent scream.

The Child pales. "They're mining your scars."

I don't need to ask who. The Council'
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