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76: The Hours That Should Not Touch

Author: Solange Daye
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-12-17 02:12:39

Aria

The bell does not toll. That is the first thing that feels wrong.

Instead of sound, a pressure settles over the castle. It is thick and heavy, like time itself has leaned too close. The air bends. The walls shimmer. My mark pulses once, sharp enough to steal my breath.

Then the floor vanishes, but I don’t fall. I step and the castle folds in on itself.

I stand in a wide corridor made of glass and gold, stretching farther than my eyes can follow. The walls are not stone but mirrors, curved and seamless, reflecting not my face but my life.

“The Labyrinth of Time,” a whisper travels through the maze.

Nyxara does not appear to announce it. There is no Herald. No rules spoken aloud. The Game expects me to know what will happen next.

I take a cautious step forward, and the nearest mirror ripples. Suddenly, I am six years old again.

I see myself, small, barefoot, and knees scraped raw, standing in the Jasper Pack training yard. My mother kneels in front of me, cupping my face ge
Solange Daye

Tomorrow is another long day of volunteering at the school. There may not be an update.

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