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The old woman said with a twisted smile, her cloudy eyes glaring. "Of course! My family's bloodline is completely different from those commoners! Heh, we're descended from royalty, and once all those commoners die from the heat, this world is ours for the taking!" Charles' father said smugly, squinting his triangular eyes. Iris suddenly thought of something, her eyes taking on a vicious glint. "Honey, do you think that hag's dead from the heat already?" Before Charles could even respond, Kate scoffed. "That woman must have gotten a filthy illness like that because she's been sleeping around! Now that we've kicked her out, she's probably dead somewhere on the streets!"

And as we ate, we watched one of Lucy's cartoons again. I'm starting to like these crazy animations. Lucy fell asleep and I took her to her bedroom. I headed back to Danica’s bedroom to check on her one more time. I leaned against the door seeing her knee-deep in the book she was reading. I took a peek at the cover to see what kept her so entranced, and I smiled when I saw it. Man into Woman, written by Lili Elbe and published posthumously in 1933. I watched her as she read the book.

She whispered into the silence, “Goodbye.” Eva touched her hand, grounding her. “He chose to disappear. We choose to stay.” *** That evening, the villa gathered around the hearth. The children insisted on reading from Eva’s manuscript—her book, titled Hidden Vows. She stood with her small frame lit by the glow of the fire, her voice weaving words into the night: “Once there was a woman who forgot herself, but she found herself again in the eyes of her daughters. She was not the same as before—she was more. She was every version of herself, broken and remade. And in that truth, she was free.”

“She isn’t controlling them.” I looked at my daughter. “They’re recognizing her.” A hidden door opened behind the empty glass chamber. Inside was a room filled with old monitors. At the center stood a single chair. And beside it was a file. I picked it up. The label read: PROJECT ZERO — FINAL RECORD. My hands shook. I opened it. The first page contained one sentence. SERAPHINA VALE WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BECOME A MOTHER. The second page was worse. ZERO-D WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO BE BORN.

“You’ve got power now, but that doesn’t make you safe. It just makes you visible.” Lena’s hands curled into fists. “Then we’ll be seen. I’m done hiding.” But the woman stepped closer, lowering her voice. “There’s something else. Something worse.” Lena stared. “Worse than a flood of soul-eating echoes?” “Yes.” The woman’s hands trembled as she flipped to the last page in her notebook—a single word was scrawled in black ink, over and over, until it almost tore the paper: Anchor. Anchor. Anchor.

She cleared her throat nonetheless, gathering courage and hoping her nervousness wouldn’t show. Grace took her time to turn around and Serena’s eyes widened when she saw the book in her hand. “Oh, you finally came. I’ve been waiting for you.” “I found this book finally, but the damn thing won’t even show anything. Activate it,” she said indifferently, almost commanding her as she held out the book. The fact that this seemingly blind woman was not probably blind and that her earlier calm nature might actually be a facade shouldn’t have surprised Serena since what she was witnessing these days hardly left any room for surprise.

Perhaps she would find some kind of healing there. The pavilion was spacious, bathed in soft light and wrapped in a welcoming silence. The walls displayed moving photographs: mothers holding their children, pregnant women alone, portraits of resilience and abandonment. Beneath each image were stories written with open hearts. Zoe read everything carefully. Each sentence felt like a stab—or an embrace. She stopped in front of an image that froze her: a pregnant woman in profile, standing before a window. The woman’s gaze was lost, yet strong. The caption read: “She waited for someone to come back. But she learned that sometimes, the only return we need is inward.”

I stared at the woman, at Patel, at the progress bar crawling forward, and at the man beside me who had already burned half the city to keep soft targets off the board. Eleven minutes. One chair. One upload… And a woman who had just claimed the original debt on my life had never belonged to the pure blood, the Irish, or the collector at all. Someone else had been writing the ledger from the very beginning, and she was still holding the pen.

She had to undergo the "Trial of Neutrality." It was a psychic flaying. She had to strip away her pride as a Vanderwall, her passion as a Vance, her memories of Earth, and even her love for her family. She had to become a Zero-Point Individual—a being that existed but didn't vibrate. It was the most "Forbidden" act of all: to voluntarily stop being human in order to save humanity. As she reached the state of absolute stillness, her body became translucent, almost invisible against the Living Glass of the chamber. She was no longer a singer in the Choir; she was the silence between the notes.

the leader continued urgently. “Let’s go before whoever that is gets here.” He pressed her further but, there was still nothing. Seconds passed, stretching endlessly like time itself had slowed down. The warehouse suddenly felt colder despite the fear burning in my chest. Whoever that woman was, she was not leaving. Then I heard the faint click of a lighter, and the leader sighed in frustration. “Fine,” he muttered. A second later, I heard a loud sound. WHOOSH! Flames erupted somewhere behind me. Heat instantly spread across the warehouse, swallowing the cold air that had filled the room moments ago.