Talia's POVAs we near the exit, an unseen force pulls at my chest, and I gasp, unable to move my feet. Then comes a pull, one not physical, or one that I can fight, because it goes deeper, touching my core. The air ripples, and time seems to pause.The candle flames sway unpredictably, as if stirred by a wind no one else feels. The edges of the room fade, my vision tunnels, and my heartbeat slows. Then—darkness. Then light, and in an instant, I'm out of the archives, standing in a moonlit clearing surrounded by the smell of wet land and pine. The trees whisper familiar voices, pulling me toward the sound.A figure kneels in the clearing, shaking with slow sobs. She is young, her face dirty and streaked with tears, her long dark hair tangled with leaves. She looks up at me with luminous, regretful eyes. "Forgive me," she whispers, her voice breaking. "I never wanted this."Before I can move, a group of shadowy figures emerges from the trees, dressed in black, their power bearing down
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