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Chapter 59: The Psychic Bind

Autor: Comet
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-30 08:21:08

Light swallowed the cavern.

Cold, blinding, merciless.

Kiera felt her mind tear open as if invisible hands had hooked into the edges of her thoughts and pulled. Her breath caught in her chest, frozen by the shock of it. Every instinct screamed, pull away, but there was nowhere to go — the girl’s power wrapped around her like a vice.

She wasn’t touching her.

She didn’t have to.

The merge had already begun.

Kiera’s back arched off the stone floor. Her hands shot out as if reaching for something t
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