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The room went silent. His father blinked. Once. Then he grabbed the file. His eyes scanned the page again. And again. “…Eight?” His wife laughed sharply. “This must be a mistake!” But the report was clear. Eight names. Eight birth records. Eight children. His father leaned back slowly. A look of disbelief crossed his face. “Eight children…” He murmured. “That’s impossible.” His wife slammed the file shut. “That woman is insane!” Her face flushed with anger. “She already has eight children and still dares to approach our son?!”

No. The caption beneath the image read. SUBJECT EIGHT: ACTIVATED

The vault door slammed shut, locking us in with the Oracle, the King, and the Gears of the First Luna. "The Eighth Cycle was a circle," Jackson said, stepping toward me. "The Ninth was a point. But the Tenth... the Tenth is a mirror. And I'm going to break you inside it."

The eighth year was eight and a half months away. It was also, in the way that forward things are present before they arrive, already underway. —

“You live in apartment number eight.” I nodded again, this time with a breathless "okay” at the end. We didn't walk too far from the elevator when we came before a door with the number ‘8’ boldly sitting on it. I giggled inwardly. The 8 was so big, it was almost personal.

he asked. "Eight o'clock is fine" Katherine replied. "Eight it is" he said, giving her a wink.

she shouted, “But since she’s already gone, I’ll be the one who’s going to kill you first and make you vanish in this world! I never wanted to see you ever again! You just kept on stealing what’s mine!” “What are you saying? Have you lost your mind? This world, including its people, including you, belongs to me,” the Soulwaker countered, “you’ve completely gone nuts now that you’re fighting against me. And since when did you lure The8’s thinking? I wonder what did you even do to him?” she asked upon sighting The8 who was standing meters away from them, but he wasn’t moving. It was like he was just a design, a lifeless design who seemed to have completely lost its mechanism. “I just told him

Then, a wave of grief and pain hit me like a landslide. "My baby… Where's my baby…" I looked at Dad and Edward with desperate, pleading eyes that still held a glimmer of hope. They parted their lips and couldn't say a word. I understood what that meant. The baby didn't make it. A sharp, blinding pain tore through my chest, as if something had pierced straight through my heart. In the end, eight long months of carrying, longing, and waiting had all come down to nothing.

"Mommy!" The little girl broke free from the man and ran over to me. My daughter, Rachel Larson, was six years old. On that trip to Kappa City, Ian and Rache departed a few days later than me. After a few days of not seeing me, she missed me terribly. I was busy dealing with her, not noticing Howard's ugly expression. "When on earth did you have a daughter?" "I forgot to tell you. I've gotten remarried. This is my husband and daughter."