The dark shard trembled above Cassia’s open palm.It was no larger than a broken tooth, yet the entire ritual chamber recoiled from its presence. The air turned brittle and cold. On the wooden table, the fallen bracelet began to twitch, scraping toward the shard as if metal and anchor were desperate to reunite.Galen sketched the shape with frantic precision.Marek warned everyone back. The shard was not dead. It was merely exposed.Cassia stared at it in horror. For years, she had believed the bracelet held her together. Now she saw that part of the cage had lived inside her own fear, fed by every choice she had made to keep Sera bound.Mira felt Sera watching through the bond, wounded and still.“That was in me?” Cassia whispered.“That was what you kept choosing not to release,” Marek answered.Cassia flinched. Mira did not soften the truth.The bracelet slid another inch across the wood. If it reached the shard, the host-anchor might reseal itself before anyone could stop it.Tova
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