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Uncanny encounter

Auteur: Aria
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-18 21:45:09

Aurelia's POV.

I couldn't move.

I knew it wasn't him. Some part of my brain was saying that clearly, calmly, the way Kaelen would say it, this is not real, the ruins show you what you fear, Jaren told you this, you know this. That part was working fine.

The rest of me was completely useless.

Because it was his face. Exactly his face, the same space I had spent months trying not to think about too directly because thinking about it directly hurt in a way that didn't have a clean edge to it. His
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