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Chapter 140

Author: Sacred Heart
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The thing about ghosts is: just when you think they’ve been buried, they claw their way up with blood under their fingernails.

It was late afternoon when the past caught up.

The rain had passed, leaving behind petrichor and a lingering chill. I was patching the fence along the east side of the garden. Callum was in town with Echo, picking up supplies. Normal things. Civilian things.

Things that didn’t belong in the world I used to call mine.

The crack of a twig was the first warning. Too deliberate to be an animal. Too sharp to be the wind.

My spine stiffened.

Then came the voice—calm, clipped, familiar.

“Still using that shoulder like it doesn’t ache every time it rains?”

I didn’t turn around. My fingers tightened around the hammer.

“Hello, Iskra,” I said.

She stepped into view, her boots crunching soft over gravel, coat wet from the road. Still too thin. Still too sharp. Like she'd been carved out of winter.

“I go by Athena now,” I added, finally facing her.

A smirk tugged at the co
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