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CHAPTER 52

Author: ANNA COLLINS
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 20:38:08

The passage through the Gate beneath the silver tree was unlike any I had walked before.

There were no walls. No ceiling. No elemental pressure or burning heat. Just endless light and shadow curling around each other, like two old lovers locked in an eternal dance.

I didn’t feel my footsteps.

I didn’t hear my breath.

But I felt the pull.

Not forward, not down but inward.

This gate didn’t transport my body. It carried my self.

And at the end of the path, I found her.

The Girl I Once Was

She was small. Pale. Her hair tangled and matted, her dress torn and soaked with blood that had dried so long ago it was nearly black. She sat in a room of memory not a throne room, not a battlefield.

A cell.

She didn’t look up when I entered.

But she knew me.

"You left me here," she said.

I knelt beside her.

"I had to."

She turned her face, and I saw myself at thirteen.

The day my mother was taken. The day I learned I was a bastard. The day I stopped crying and started surviving.

"You stopped listening
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