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Second Sunrise

Author: Loria Malf
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Seraphina’s POV

“Let’s start.”

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

Not rehearsed. Not deliberate.

It was as if they had been waiting on my tongue, a line from a play I didn’t remember auditioning for—spoken at exactly the right moment because it had been spoken here before.

Sunlight spilled across the inn’s small room, warm and golden, brushing the same edge of curtain lace as it had… before.

The air carried that precise blend of scents—fresh bread from somewhere down the street, the faint tang of wild honey, and a whisper of hearthsmoke as though a fire had been put out just moments ago.

My gaze drifted to the mantle.

The brass clock gleamed in the light, its hands frozen at 11:00 AM.

I blinked once.

Twice.

The hands didn’t move.

Thalia stood at the mirror, tying her hair into a knot I knew would loosen by late afternoon. Elias adjusted the strap on his spell sheath, pulling it one notch tighter than necessary. Nyra sat by the small table, turning a page in the weathered
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