Academy Of Cursed Hearts
It contained only one sentence:
“When the final page is turned, the knowledge will leave the page and enter the reader. There is no turning back.”
My hands shook.
I stared at the last page blank except for a single sigil in the center, glowing faintly in the candlelight. It wasn’t ink. It was light. Living light.
I took a breath and exhale.Then I turned the page.
The moment my finger touched the corner, the book screamed with sensation. A surge of energy broke through me, white-hot and blinding. It poured into my eyes, my mouth, my bones. I felt my memories unravel and reweave, my thoughts multiply, my very breath split into a thousand threads.
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