First Bite
She stood taller than her fear, the Hollow’s power flowing through her veins.
“I didn’t.”
The reflection snarled. “Then I’ll unmake you myself.”
The Hollow trembled. The spiral buckled and reformed, shards of memory rising and falling like breath. Old voices whispered at the edges, bearing witness.
Spirals shattered.
The reflection raised one hand—and every shard of every memory in the Hollow rose like blades. Images flickered in their surfaces: childhood laughter, grief, triumph, all weaponized now, spinning in a storm around them.
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