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Blood Between the Veil

Author: A.C
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-23 05:19:39

The wind howled across Caelthorn Ridge, thick with ash and memory. The scent of scorched magic hung in the air, clinging to Selene’s cloak like regret. She stood on the highest crest, eyes locked on the horizon where the leyline fracture throbbed like a wound in the sky. Behind her, Rowan, Agnes, and Vera moved in silence, each of them aware that this battle would not be like the others. This wasn’t just a clash of blades and wills—it was the crossing of something far more fragile: blood, identity, and memory long denied.

“They’re close,” Rowan murmured, his voice low.

“I can feel her,” Selene replied. “Like a breath I forgot I used to take.”

Agnes turned, her eyes filled with the ancient weight of things left unsaid. “Selene, there’s something I must tell you. Something I knew but kept from you, because I thought it would protect you. But now, it may cost you everything if I stay silent.”

Selene faced her slowly, her voice calm. “Speak.”

Agnes took a steadying breath. “Your daughter
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