Season 2-Chp 5
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The dagger was no longer silent.

Lukas first noticed it the morning after the rooftop vision. The pendant didn’t just glow or pulse now—it murmured. Faint. Subtle. Like breath against the back of his neck.

At first, he thought it was the wind.

Then the whisper grew clearer.

“Speak me. Feed me. Be me.”

He froze in the middle of his narrow kitchen, the last crumb of burnt toast in his hand. The whisper came again, from inside his skull.

“You are the blade. You are the wound. You are the reckoning.”

The toast fell from his fingers.

He stumbled into the bathroom, gripping the sink, sweat slicking his temples.

In the mirror, his reflection twitched—delayed by half a second.

Then it smiled.

He hadn’t.

Lukas staggered back.

“No,” he muttered. “This isn’t happening.”

His reflection spoke, mouth moving ahead of his own.

“We are happening.”

Lukas punched the mirror.

Glass shattered across the sink. Blood dripped from his knuckles, but he didn’t feel the pain. Only cold.

The dagger pulsed agains
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