The Western Tower
The room fell silent. Damien studied Aria’s face carefully.
“I know where the assassin is.”
Her own words echoed in her ears.
She swallowed.
“I… I don’t know how I know.”
Vance frowned.
“That’s not exactly reassuring.”
“It isn’t supposed to be.”
Aria rubbed her temple.
“I saw…”
She hesitated.
“A little girl.”
Everyone looked at her.
“In the window.”
Dr. Evelyn stepped forward.
“What little girl?”
“My reflection changed.”
“There was a child standing in a burning hallway.”
“She pointed toward the western tower.”
Silence.
Lydia’s expression softened.
“Was she familiar?”
Aria slowly nodded.
“I think…”
“…she was me.”
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Damien exchanged a glance with Evelyn.
“What do you think?”
The physician answered honestly.
“I don’t know.”
“But visions linked
