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Chapter Thirteen:Awakening The Dreammarked

ผู้เขียน: Evelyn Hart
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The sky over Duskmoor cleared for the first time in days.

Golden light filtered down through the old, arched windows of the East Wing, catching in the dust like suspended threads. The rain had gone, but Seraphina still felt the storm beneath her skin.

She had broken the loop.

She had rewritten the bond.

But the silence that followed wasn’t peace.

It was waiting.

Lucan hadn’t left his room since the night she’d brought him back. He sat in the window seat, facing the forest, staring out like something might come for them still. His color had returned, his voice steadied—but something was missing. Some quiet thread inside him had gone still.

Seraphina stood in the doorway, watching him.

He looked over his shoulder at her. “I thought you were in the archives.”

“I was. Nothing new. Just the same stories carved into stone, twisted to make us look like monsters.”

He smiled faintly. “We are monsters. Just the wrong kind.”

She crossed the room. “You’ve barely slept.”

“I don’t dream anymore.”

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    The sky over Duskmoor cleared for the first time in days.Golden light filtered down through the old, arched windows of the East Wing, catching in the dust like suspended threads. The rain had gone, but Seraphina still felt the storm beneath her skin.She had broken the loop.She had rewritten the bond.But the silence that followed wasn’t peace.It was waiting.Lucan hadn’t left his room since the night she’d brought him back. He sat in the window seat, facing the forest, staring out like something might come for them still. His color had returned, his voice steadied—but something was missing. Some quiet thread inside him had gone still.Seraphina stood in the doorway, watching him.He looked over his shoulder at her. “I thought you were in the archives.”“I was. Nothing new. Just the same stories carved into stone, twisted to make us look like monsters.”He smiled faintly. “We are monsters. Just the wrong kind.”She crossed the room. “You’ve barely slept.”“I don’t dream anymore.”T

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    The rain finally broke above Duskmoor as Seraphina stepped back into the ruins beneath the academy. It wasn’t a storm—it was a quiet, endless drizzle. As if the sky itself were grieving something not yet lost.She moved quickly, her boots slick against the moss-covered stone. The path had already begun to form for her this time. She didn’t need to search for the mirror again. The Sanctum called to her now. It knew her blood. It knew her name.And it knew she’d be back.The moment she stepped into the chamber, the mirror lit up.Its surface didn’t ripple.It shone.Silver and violet, with strands of gold threading through its center like veins in crystal.And there—waiting in the glass—was the other version of her.Not older this time.Not grieving.Just still.Alive in a way that didn’t require movement.Eyes that had seen lifetimes.A mouth that hadn’t forgotten how to be silent.“You came back,” the reflection said, her voice like silk pulled taut over something sharp.Seraphina ste

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