Marked By Midnight

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Chapter One: The Edge of Rules The rain had started again. Kaelira pulled her coat tighter as she stepped off the late bus, her heels clicking against the wet pavement. The city around her was alive neon lights reflecting off puddles, the hum of distant traffic, tired office workers brushing past with umbrellas and paper bags. She didn’t mind the rain. It made it easier to disappear. She had just finished another long shift at the cafe brewing espresso, wiping tables, pretending to be normal. Pretending to be one of them. Living like a mortal was part of the punishment. No magic. No miracles. No interference. She was a shell of who she used to be a celestial being bound by mortal skin, stripped of everything but memory. The only thing left was the mark on her wrist a faint glow beneath the surface, like a scar that refused to heal. Kaelira turned down a side street, shortcutting through an alley she’d walked a hundred times. But tonight felt off. That’s when she saw them. Three figures. Male. Moving fast. Sharp voices. One man alone walking ahead, unaware. She slowed. Watched. Listened. The man was about to be ambushed. She froze. Her heart beat faster not from fear, but from the cruel twist of fate. This wasn’t the first time she’d seen something like this. And every time, she walked away. That was the rule. Do not interfere. But tonight was different She didn’t know why. Maybe it was..
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