The woods hold their breath. Ffion’s hand in mine is cold, trembling—real, but only just. I can feel the Herald moving in her, in me, like a splinter beneath the skin. We stand at the heart of the mist, tangled in roots, memory, and dread.“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, voice shaking, blue fire licking at my fingertips—hungry, eager, afraid. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. Not before. Not again.”Ffion steps back, terror flickering across her half-formed face. “Thalia, wait. Last time you let that fire loose, you burned down the world.”“I know.” My breath hitches. “But the world needs burning, sometimes. Just not you.”A whisper runs through the trees. The Herald’s voice, inside both our heads—cold, unhurried, patient as hunger.“You are both mine. You called me with your grief and kept me with your shame. Let me root deeper, and you’ll never be alone again.”I clench my fists, fire guttering blue and white. “You’re not welcome here.”The Herald pulses in Ffion—her eyes blacken,
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