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Dim, eerie light emanated from enchanted orbs suspended in mid-air, illuminating rows upon rows of documents that whispered of betrayal, murder, and secrets kept for centuries. Erika’s eyes widened as she stepped into the room. This is it. The truth is here, screaming to be found. She moved quickly along the narrow aisles, scanning the spines of dusty tomes and faded ledgers. Her pulse raced—not only from the thrill of discovery but from the weight of responsibility. Each document held the potential to shatter The Board’s façade of authority and expose Bor Khulan’s treachery.

He would not offer help without wanting something in return. In my previous life, he had held me under the water in the bathtub. I could still feel that scary, choking sensation. Divorce? That was exactly what I wanted. I could not wait to vanish from his life. When I quickly reached for the pen to sign, he grabbed my hand in surprise. "Aren't you going to read it first? I left the part about dividing our stuff blank. You can write whatever you want." I flipped to that page and wrote just four words: I'm leaving with nothing.

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I really wanted to meet his sister. “I found a new book for you,” Nicolais interrupted. My gaze shifted to him, and I saw a new expression—one I hadn’t seen before. Jealousy. Was he jealous of my conversation with Sicca? “It’s right there,” he said, pointing beside my plate, where a sky-blue book lay quiet and waiting. “It’s fiction.” “Thank you so much,” I smiled at him as I picked up the book. “What’s it about?” “It’s a fairytale,” he explained, “I figured you might like that.”

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.