The voice seeped through the cracks of time, older than memory, yet bound to every moment Selena had ever doubted herself. It echoed not as sound, but sensation—coiling through her bones like a forgotten lullaby sung in reverse. The mist recoiled at its presence, parting like breath fleeing flame, revealing more of the Gate's inner shape. A second eye was opening now, not one of fire, but shadow—a void within a void. And from it, the ancient voice whispered again, like silk unraveling from rot: “Say it, and you return to me.”Calem’s hand gripped hers before she could step forward, anchoring her to now. His touch burned, not with heat, but with the sheer effort it took to remain real in a place that devoured identity. “Selena,” he said, and there was fear in it, not for himself, but for the piece of her that the voice was already feeding on. “It’s not just a name. It’s a binding. You speak it, and you give it permission to rewrite you.” The Gate groaned behind them like a beast shif
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