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Chapter 65

Author: Christina Wilder
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-28 18:29:27

The first thing I felt was distance.

Not space—separation.

As if something fundamental had been pulled apart and rewoven wrong.

I tried to breathe and realized I no longer knew where my breath began or ended. Air moved through me, yes—but it didn’t stop inside my lungs. It passed through, carried onward, threaded into something larger.

The world.

I was inside it.

Or it was inside me.

Light unfolded slowly, not blinding but layered—like dawn stacked atop dusk atop night. I hovered in a vast in-between, neither sky nor ground, my body suspended in a lattice of force that pulsed with every thought I had.

Aria.

Kael’s voice reached me through the bond—fractured, strained, but unmistakably his.

I turned toward it without turning.

He was there.

Not whole.

Not broken.

Changed.

Kael stood—or floated—several lengths away, wrapped in a different current of power, darker, denser, threaded with iron and earth. His form flickered at the edges, as if reality itself was unsure how to hold him now.

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