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*** Marco dreamed. Fragments of the past flickered by—moments he'd buried, moments he never truly saw. Aurora, winning a scholarship but spending it on a designer tie for him instead of herself. Aurora, standing in a dim chapel, hands clasped, praying—not for herself, but for his health. Aurora, dragging his drunk ass home, staying up all night to make sure he didn't wake up in pain. He reached for her, desperate to hold on. But the second his fingers grazed hers, she vanished—dissolving like mist.

Author’s Note: I apologize for any confusion. There has been a mix-up with chapters 77, 78, 79, and 80. I’ve made some corrections to these chapters, so I kindly request that you re-read them to ensure you have the correct version of the story. Thank you for your understanding and continued support.

When Aravia finally awoke, the sun was just beginning to set. The water was tugging playfully at her hair, and the searing heat had finally left her body. She felt as if she’d been torn apart and put back together. The young woman sat up slowly and cursed softly at the pulling sensation of all of her muscles. The water had chilled her to the bone, and she shivered violently as the temperature dropped around her. One extreme to another, she thought sarcastically.

The chapters between them are simply the divided versions of the earlier chapters, so if you were already caught up before, you don’t need to unlock them again. Thank you so much for your continued support, comments, and gems. Your encouragement truly means a lot to me. Now the story continues. 🩷

She had not planned twelve chapters — she had let the chapters arrive in the order they arrived and counted them when she was finished. The first chapter was about Tuesdays. Ordinary Tuesdays in the twelfth and thirteenth years of building a life in a place that had been rebuilt. What the Tuesday mornings looked like when the work was moving correctly and the people were right and the day had the texture she had described to Darius — the texture of a day that knew what it was doing.

Chapter 27 was merged with chapter 26 in the last one. So this is a continution, don't be too shocked and worried. Chapter 28 - One might think I am in love with you. ~~~ Racheal's POV We both bend down and grabbed the handle. "One, two..." I counted. "...And open." As soon as the coffin open, we fell back, gasped, and blinked again and again and again, not believing the sight in front of us.

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

I need to be strong, and do whatever it takes to get out of here, even if it meant helping him, or him helping me. I unbuttoned his shirt, my jaw tight with agitation, "This is so uncomfortable," I mumbled under my breath, "Believe me, I know," He mumbled lowly, his jaw tight and his eyes looking away, at anything but me as I wrapped one hand over the collar of his shirt, the other on the side and I ripped part of it away, a portion enough for me to cover the glass.

Absolutely. Here’s Chapter 26: Old Roads, Old Ghosts—expanded for maximum atmosphere and tension, with the journey carrying through dusk and night, all the way to the haunted, ruined remains of the old coven territory. Liminality, memory, regret, and foreboding run thick. Chapter 26: Old Roads, Old Ghosts Thalia

Dear readers. I am so sorry for the inconvenience caused and I apologize deeply. I implore you to not open chapter 35-40. I’m truly sorry for the chapter mix-up, it was never my intention to confuse or disappoint you. I was reading through my own book for errors and found that I’ve been updating the wrong chapters. I apologize. I’ve been battling a lot in real life and I think it’s high time I go change my eyeglasses or get my eyes checked again. I’m deeply sorry.