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Chapter 76

Author: Christina Wilder
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-03 20:46:09

The hunger had a shape.

Not a body—an orientation.

It turned toward me the way roots turn toward water, the way fire leans into oxygen. The suspended light around us dimmed in response, as if illumination itself were being siphoned into a deeper gravity.

The Watcher noticed.

That alone told me how dangerous this was.

The vast, impersonal attention that had weighed us moments before recoiled a fraction—an infinitesimal adjustment, but enough to send a tremor through the frozen shards of reality.

That presence is not catalogued, the Watcher impressed, its certainty fractured for the first time.

Kael’s breath came sharp at my side. “That thing… it’s not part of the cycle, is it?”

“No,” I whispered. “It’s what the cycle was hiding from.”

The hunger pressed closer, and with it came a sensation like remembering something I had never learned. Images flickered across my mind—bones buried beneath continents, oceans laid down like blankets to keep something asleep, gods cooperating not out of w
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