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Chapter 113: The Choice Hunts Back

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 14:15:15

The wind on the ridge was restless.

It didn’t just blow—it searched. Every gust felt like fingers combing through my hair, my clothes, my skin, looking for cracks to slip into.

Seren kept glancing behind us as we made our way down the narrow trail from the Spire’s mouth. The stranger followed without hurry, eyes on the horizon.

“Why does it feel like we’re being followed?” Seren muttered.

“Because you are,” the stranger said, tone almost bored. “The anchor doesn’t wait for the chosen. It hunts them.”

I stopped dead. “Explain that.”

He finally looked at me. “You felt it in the Spire—its awareness. Once it’s recognized you as its tether, it doesn’t rely on time or distance to get you. It sends threads through the breach to pull you back. Some are physical. Some are… less so.”

Less so. My storm surged uneasily.

Seren cursed under her breath. “You’re telling me this now?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I told you sooner,” he said. “It’s already begun.”

I felt it then—a subtle tug
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