ASHES OF THE LUNA QUEEN
The Reader stumbled backward.
Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped.
Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.”
“You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!”
The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.
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