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The Decision to Rise
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2026-08-02 17:41:27"You are the eighth."
"I know."
"Stay."
The voice is mine. The reflection in the obsidian sliver — which has reformed itself, repaired in the way only Calisto-stone can repair, and floated back to me at some point in the night — is mine. Not Calisto. Not Morrigwen. Me. The new me. Blood-red and gold and teal and obsidian, with eyes that have spent a night sleeping at the foot of a cairn and have woken up changed.
She is talking to me. The
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