The mirror shattered with a whisper.Not a crash. Not a scream. Just a soft, breathless exhale—as though time itself sighed through the glass.Zara stood frozen, bare feet rooted to the cracked marble. She hadn't meant to touch it. The mirror had sat untouched for decades in the southern sanctum, framed by the bones of old wolf-queens and the sigils of vanished bloodlines. No reflection had lived inside it since her mother's death. But now, as the final shard fell to the floor, the silver within rippled.And something stepped out.Not someone.Someones.Zara gasped.They moved in a spiral. Not physical bodies, but echoes—like oil on water, like dreams half-remembered. Each one bore her face. Or versions of it. A warrior queen cloaked in antlers. A peacekeeper crowned in feathers. A girl no older than Elira, cradling a sword taller than herself. And then, one more—a woman cloaked in starlight, her eyes twin embers."These are your echoes," came a voice. Not hers. Not quite.Zara turned
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