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What the Ledger Took

Autor: Magdeleina Thomson
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-01-01 20:24:01

Riley

I didn’t scream.

That surprised me. In all the stories I’d heard about the Fates and the Loom of Destiny, I expected the moment of revelation to be violent—a symphony of fire, the sound of the bond tearing itself free from my soul. I expected something loud enough to justify the way my chest suddenly felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible hand.

Instead, there was only silence.

The kind of silence that doesn’t just wait—it swallows. It consumed the sound of Kael’s breathing,
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