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Chapter 112 – The Weight of Choice

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-30 14:46:42

Sonia’s Point of View

There’s no air.

At least, it doesn’t feel like there is. My lungs work, but the light presses against my skin like fog, heavy and too bright. When it clears, I’m not in the chamber anymore.

I’m standing in the middle of a vast open field.

The sky above me is silver. The grass beneath my feet is soaked in dew that clings to my boots like blood. Cold wind cuts through my robes. Somewhere far off, a bell tolls once—deep and low and final.

To my right, I hear splashing.

A lake glimmers there, sharp as glass in the strange light. A child is flailing in the water—small, maybe six years old, arms thrashing. Their face breaks the surface for a second. A mouth opens in a scream I can’t hear. Then they disappear again.

I jerk toward the lake.

But on my left—screaming.

A different child, a little girl, pounding on the window of a burning carriage. The flames are already licking at the wooden wheels, black smoke billowing into the sky. Her small fists hammer at the
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