What the Light Reveals
The light swallowed everything. White, searing, absolute—so bright it felt like sound, like heat, like pressure. Marisol squeezed her eyes shut, but the glow burned through her eyelids, through her skin, through her bones. The floor trembled beneath her. The shelves groaned. Books fluttered like startled birds. Then— Silence. A deep, ringing silence, like the world had been muted. Marisol opened her eyes slowly. The library was changed. Dust hung suspended in the air like frozen ash. The shadows had retreated to the corners, trembling as if afraid. The pendant still glowed faintly, its light soft now, pulsing like a heartbeat. Ana lay on the floor, blinking up at the ceiling. “Did we die? Because if we died, I’m going to be so mad.” Sofía coughed, sitting up. “We’re alive. I think
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