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CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE: The Mirror Accord

Penulis: Skye Wilder
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The Hall of Seven Lights was never meant to hold so many worlds at once.

The mirrored gateways shimmered along the marble walls, each an unbroken sheet of liquid glass. Beyond them—other skies, other continents, other versions of the same people who now stood in tense clusters beneath the vaulted ceiling. The air carried the hum of unstable magic, the kind that made even seasoned mages keep their hands close to their blades.

Elira sat upon the Star Throne, the glow of her six flames casting her face in shifting gold. She did not look like a ruler born to the title—too young, too fierce, and too tired—but none in the chamber dared mistake her for anything less than sovereign.

“Let them through,” she told the guards at the central archway.

The doors opened, and the first of the mirror-versions entered. They came in pairs—a mirror captain from the Eastern Watch, his armor etched with strange constellations; a mirror healer whose eyes reflected silver instead of green; a mirror councilor
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