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Chapter 117

Author: Christina Wilder
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The lake was not supposed to be awake.

It had always been still — an obsidian stretch beneath the Vale’s scarred sky, reflecting what the world chose to show it. But now, the surface rippled like breathing glass, the faint shimmer of moonlight bent at strange, wrong angles, as if two different heavens were fighting for the same sky.

Elaria’s boots sank into the wet earth. Her reflection followed, hesitant, fractured into a dozen mirrored shards.

“Draven?” she whispered, her voice carried softly by the fog. The air around her shivered — as if even the sound of his name disturbed the fragile fabric of what remained.

No answer. Only the pulse — that deep, rhythmic echo she had begun to feel beneath her own skin since the explosion. It beat like a heart that wasn’t hers.

She knelt, and the water moved toward her.

Not a wave. A reach.

For a fleeting instant she saw herself — not as she was, but as the lake remembered her: silver eyes like open wounds of moonlight, hair flowing as if caught
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