Chapter 204
Author: Perfect Pen
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The first one appeared at dawn.

She couldn’t have been older than ten. Barefoot, with tangled hair and eyes too wise for her age, she stood on the edge of the forest shaped by Kael’s new world. Her dress was woven from strands of starlight, flickering every time the wind shifted. She said nothing. Just stood there, watching.

Pamela spotted her first.

“Selene…” Her voice was a hush, a crack in the wind. “Do you see that?”

Selene turned, expecting a threat. A weapon. A glitch in this ever-breathing world.

But what she saw made her blood freeze.

The girl looked like her.

No—she was her.

Or rather… a younger version of her. Wide-eyed. Silent. Staring straight into Selene’s soul like she knew everything Selene had fought to forget.

Selene took one step forward. Then another.

The child didn’t move.

Then came the others.

Dozens of them—walking from between trees made of memory, crawling from rivers formed by regret. Children of every race, every origin. Some familiar. Some foreign
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