Belle’s POVThere are some truths that do not arrive all at once.They bloom slowly inside you.Like poison learning your bloodstream.After the throne room disappeared, nothing felt real anymore.Not my house.Not Ethan.Not even my own reflection.Because every time I looked at my face now—I saw traces of someone older staring back.Selene.The name followed me everywhere after that night.Inside my thoughts.Inside my dreams.Inside the silence between heartbeats.And the worst part was—it no longer felt unfamiliar.It felt remembered.The basement door had been sealed again by morning.Not physically.The wood remained cracked open slightly.But none of us could force it wider.Every time Ethan tried, the door refused to move.Like the darkness beneath it had become heavier than matter itself.Mason—or Macy, as Selene once called him—stood near the kitchen window in exhausted silence while rain slid softly down the glass.He looked different now that I remembered him.Not phys
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