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Chapter 14 – The Heartlands
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Bound by Voices Chapter 16 – Hands That Shape Tomorrow
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Bound by Voices Chapter 15 – The World That Remembers
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Bound by Voices Chapter 14 – The Heartlands
Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 14 – The Heartlands The road south was a scar across the world. Even the grass refused to grow there; the soil shimmered faintly, remembering what it once was. Every step felt like walking across someone’s pulse. By the third day, the air itself thickened with memory. Voices whispered out of nowhere—half-formed thoughts, laughter, tears, fragments of lives long gone. It wasn’t haunting. It was recollection. > “It’s like walking through someone’s diary,” Mira murmured. > “A very talkative diary,” Adrian said, brushing past a tree whose bark showed faint images—faces appearing and fading like breath on glass. One tree whispered in her ear as she passed: Welcome home. --- The Heartlands began where the hills flattened into plains of glass. Literal glass—miles of translucent crystal humming faintly underfoot. Light refracted in impossible directions, painting the sky in shifting blues and silvers. It felt holy, wrong, and heartbre
Bound by Voices Chapter 13 – Echoes of the Heart
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Bound by Voices Chapter 12 – When the Sky Cries
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