Chapter 28 – The Soul Convergence
The moment the moon crested over Velandria’s palace, a strange stillness settled over the world. The air crackled—not with lightning, but with memory, with soul-deep dissonance that hummed through the stones of the eastern tower where Eira slept restlessly.
It started with a breath—one that wasn’t hers. Eira bolted upright in bed, heart pounding. The fire in the hearth had died to embers, yet the room sweltered. Shadows pulsed along the walls. The mirror above her washbasin shimmered faintly, as though a veil had dropped between her and the waking world.
“Not again,” she whispered. Her voice barely carried.
But the moment she said it, the mirror cracked—just a hairline fracture splitting her reflection’s face.
Except it wasn’t her reflection.
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