Chapter 33
#MBTACChapter33 — The silence between us was nearly unbearable as we sat around the flickering campfire. Nimbus lay curled on my lap, his rhythmic purring the only sound cutting through the tension. Even the forest seemed quieter tonight, as though it too waited for something monumental to happen. “Iviel,” Timothy said at last, breaking the stillness. His voice was soft but edged with the same frustration he’d carried since we escaped the clearing. “What happened back there? What did you see?” I hesitated, my hand absently stroking Nimbus’s fur. The memory of the reflection—the way it had spoken to me as if it knew every part of my soul—still lingered like a shadow at the edges of my mind. “It wasn’t just a vision,” I said finally, meeting his gaze. “It was… something else. It calle
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