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Chapter 11: Shattered Veils
The attic was completely silent, yet full of presence-thick with unseen movement, the kind that makes the back of your neck prickle even when you're alone.
Kira stood in front of the obsidian mirror, arms shaking. The hammer felt too heavy in her hand. The shard of glass pulsed with a dim blue light now, Evelyn's last