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Chapter ninety: she's Innocent

Author: Asheeda max
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-09 23:42:08

Freya's pov

I dreamed in pieces, not even like before when dreams were just echoes of memory, soft and unfinished. No, these were jagged, shattered.

Flashing too fast to hold onto, like someone had taken my soul and smashed it on a stone floor, and now I was crawling across the shards trying to put it all back together.

A hallway, a child’s hand in mine, a golden room, a scream, maybe mine.

And always the Rift, pulsing like a heartbeat I couldn’t shut out.

When I opened my eyes, the world was quiet. I blinked against the blur, the soft light, the strange weight in my limbs. I was wrapped in a cloak, one I didn’t recognize, sitting against a smooth stone wall, the air around me heavy with smoke and pine and the scent of blood.

“Awake?”

I turned my head too fast. Pain shot through my skull. Finnick sat nearby, not too far. He looked exhausted. One arm bandaged, a line of dried blood across his jaw. His eyes never left mine. Watching. Measuring.

“What…?” I started, my voice a rasp. “Wha
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