Shattered Hope (Vera's POV)I stood in the center of the ritual circle. The hidden cave smelled of damp stone and old magic. Torches burned in iron brackets along the walls, throwing flickering light across the carved runes on the floor. The moonstone rested at my feet, glowing bright silver, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. Cee knelt to my right, hands pressed to the ground, murmuring low words. Mom stood to my left, eyes steady, her presence warm and solid.The rift’s energy pressed against the circle like a storm outside a window. I felt it—cold, hungry, trying to slip through the cracks. The air grew thick, pressing on my chest. The stone called to me, urging me to reach deeper.I closed my eyes. Took a breath. “Let’s begin.”Cee’s voice rose—soft, steady. “We call the balance. We bind the light. We seal what was broken.”I lifted my hands. The moonstone rose slowly, hovering between my palms. Power flowed—warm at first, then sharp. I felt it connect to me, to the circle, to th
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