The Blood Bound Legacy
And then, the other her—the echo, the reflection, the voice she had kept locked away—reached out again.
This time, Sariah didn’t flinch.
Their hands touched.
And where they met, the light thickened into something solid. A tether, glowing gold at the edges, ran from Sariah’s chest into the reflection. The thread didn’t pull or bind. It connected. It merged.
“I’m not your weakness,” the echo said softly. “I’m your anchor.”
“I was afraid of you,” Sariah admitted, voice shaking. “Afraid that if I let you in, I’d fall apart.”
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