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CHAPTER SIXTY‑THREE – Breaking the Bond

Author: Mercy V.
last update publish date: 2026-04-08 16:30:32
Lilah

I don’t know if the bond breaks.

Or if I do.

For a moment, there’s no difference.

The pain isn’t in my body anymore. My body is… distant." A thing somewhere down there in the circle, muscles locking, lungs stuttering.

This pain is behind the bones, under the skin, in the place you don’t know exists until someone sticks a knife in it.

“Invisible claws rake through my chest. Not flesh. Not bone. But light. They hook into something glowing, raw, and start to pull.”

Not at my ribs.

At
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