Chapter 24
Eimear felt herself falling, her knees hitting the ground with a thud that echoed into a deep, consuming darkness. For a moment, it was as if time had stopped. Then, with a sudden jolt, her senses returned—but they were not her own. She was looking through someone else’s eyes, seeing the world from their perspective, yet fully aware of the foreign emotions coursing through her. Fury and hatred boiled in her veins, so intense it nearly overwhelmed her. The feelings weren’t hers, but they clung to her—suffocating, invasive, and inescapable. Her gaze swept across a cold, dark throne room. The walls were made of jagged black stone, the surfaces glistening as though perpetually wet. Shadows danced unnaturally across the space, cast by flickering blue flames that burned in iron sconces. A fain
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