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TWENTY SIX

Author: Luca Fei
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-12 20:16:19

Kiara

I came to consciousness with a sharp gasp, my body jerking upright as if pulled by invisible strings. My head throbbed like I'd been struck, a dull ache pulsing behind my temples. Blinking against the dim light, I realized I was lying on damp earth beneath a thick canopy of ancient oak leaves that filtered the morning sun into fractured golden beams.

Around me, eleven other girls were stirring in various states of confusion. Cressa Stonebrook was already on her feet, her muscular frame tense as she scanned our surroundings with military precision. Pipa Valen sat rubbing her temples, her usually immaculate blonde hair tangled with twigs and leaves. Lyra Vale's silver veil had slipped slightly, revealing her unnaturally bright pink eyes narrowed in suspicion.

The last thing I remembered was drinking some tea in the Royal Garden, a bitter, herbal concoction served to all competitors before this trial. Julise had warned me it would likely contain some mild sedative to ensure w
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    Kiara Consciousness returned like an unwelcome guest - first as a dull throbbing behind my eyes, then as the bitter taste of bile at the back of my throat. I lay perfectly still, taking inventory of my body the way I had been taught while I was at the Alpha's war camp. Toes? Could wiggle. Fingers? Stiff but functional. Ribs? Ached with each shallow breath, but nothing felt broken. The cold came next - not the crisp chill of morning, but the deep, damp cold of earth that never saw sunlight. It seeped through my clothes, pressed against the bare skin where my tunic had ridden up during the fall. My left cheek rested in something wet and vaguely metallic-smelling. Blood, probably. Mine or someone else's, I couldn't tell yet. Then the silence. Not peaceful. Not natural. The kind of silence that comes when the forest itself holds its breath, when even the insects stop their buzzing to witness something terrible. I didn't open my eyes. Beside me, Cressa's breathing was so shallow

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    Kiara One heartbeat didn’t belong. Then two. Then five. The moment I slammed the sanctum door shut behind me, those heartbeats echoed in my ears like war drums. Not loud but sharp, rhythmic, and wrong. Each one pulsed out of tune, out of time. Foreign. Unwelcome. Unnatural. There were thirteen. My boots struck stone with every step, each footfall reverberating louder than the last as I tore through the palace’s underbelly. My chest burned from cold air and raw exertion, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The memory of what I’d just seen lingered like poison: journals with blood crusted in their bindings, surgical tools gleaming with dried crimson, and the tanks. Those awful, humming tanks filled with suspended bodies. Children. Dragon-born. Altered, broken, twisted. Transformed against their will. Subjects. And now, the heartbeats. Thirteen of them, moving through the castle’s veins when there should’ve been none. No guards, no staff. Ryden had ordered the Dollhouse

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