Academy Of Cursed Hearts
"I know,' the twins whispered.
The next day, Morwen stood in silence in her chamber.
She looked down at the scroll in her hands. The Covenant of the Twin Flame, its runes shining faintly, whispering secrets of soul-splitting, of fire and shadow, of two becoming one.
She had spent weeks chasing whispers.
Two scents, two figures.
A girl who moved like a ghost but never left her room.
A prisoner freed by no hand.
A mirror that showed what shouldn’t exist.
And now, the truth lay in her hand.
But as she stared at it, something shifted.
She dropped the scroll on the desk.
It landed softly on the floor, unceremonious, and forgotten.
“No,” she whispered. “I won’t chase phantoms.”
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