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Chapter 6

Author: Marcee
last update publish date: 2026-05-13 06:00:58

The voice in my head wasn't a whisper anymore. It was a scream.

Remember.

I knelt on the bathroom floor, shards of the broken mirror digging into my knees. Blood dripped from my hands, pooling on the pristine white tile, but I didn't feel the pain. The only thing I felt was the gaping, sucking wound in my chest where the bond used to be.

Or where I thought it used to be.

It wasn't gone. It had been severed, cauterized by some foreign magic, but now that th

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