The sound came from everywhere.A low vibration beneath the nursery floor.A slow, enormous movement somewhere beneath the city of memories.Evelyn could feel it through her feet.Through her bones.Through Liora.Through Elias.Through Alexander.And somehow, through Afterlight.The last words still hung in the darkness.I think I’m your first daughter.Evelyn couldn’t breathe.“No.”Afterlight said nothing.Evelyn looked around the nursery.The walls were gone.The ceiling was gone.The little beds had disappeared.The room had become a vast black space filled with fragments of memories, floating photographs, broken doors, pieces of childhood, and thousands of glowing points that looked like stars.But Evelyn wasn’t looking at any of them.She was looking at the place where Afterlight’s presence seemed strongest.“You can’t be my daughter.”Afterlight’s voice came softly.“I know.”“Then why did you say it?”“Because I remember.”“What do you remember?”A pause.“Being inside you.”
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