SECOND MARK SECOND SOUL
My heart starts racing, and panic crawls up my throat.
No, I think desperately. Not again.
Then I hear it.
Mate.
The voice is soft but firm, echoing inside my head. I freeze, my fingers curling into the bedsheets.
“That’s not possible,” I whisper hoarsely.
But the voice doesn’t disappear.
I have always been here.
The room fades.
Suddenly, I’m no longer in the hospital.
I’m standing under a silver sky, the ground glowing faintly beneath my feet. The air feels alive—thick with power, ancient and wild. I turn slowly, my heart pounding.
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