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Chapter 8 – The Heart’s Rebellion
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Bound by Voices Chapter 22 – Boundaries and Blessings
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Bound by Voices Chapter 21 – The Dream That Refused to Die
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Bound by Voices Chapter 18 – Imperfect Eden
Arc II – The Curse Rewrites Itself Chapter 18 – Imperfect Eden The silence after the Alignment lasted three whole days. No hum, no whisper, no rhythm threading the air. Just the rustle of wind that didn’t know what beat to follow. When sound returned, it was laughter. Unsteady, relieved, human. The echoes had learned chaos. --- Mira walked through the rebuilt streets—if rebuilt was the right word. Nothing looked the same twice. Towers leaned playfully, roads bent around gardens that shouldn’t exist, and bridges arched into rivers before remembering to meet the other side. Children skated down slanted walls that occasionally sighed. Market stalls argued with each other about prices. Someone had painted across a plaza: “Perfection is overrated.” It was ridiculous. It was wonderful. And yet, something deep under the joy felt… unfinished. --- Adrian had turned the old library into a workshop. Fragments of runes floated above tables; equations and prayers mingled on the w
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