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Chapter 244
The girl stood at the edge of the mirror pool, her bare feet barely rippling the silver surface. Ink dripped from the tip of a broken pen clutched in her left hand. Her eyes—far too ancient for her small frame—reflected the entire shape of Kael’s life: joy, rage, love, destruction, and something else. Something unfinished.“I’m Lira,” she said softly, as though saying her name might rewrite it. “I’ve been alive for five minutes.”Kael stared, the others silent behind him. Lira tilted her head.“But I’ve already read every version of your story.”Kael’s heartbeat slowed. Not because he was calm—because something inside him recognized her.Selene moved forward, one hand instinctively resting on the hilt of the blade she hadn’t drawn in years. “What… are you?”Lira smiled in a way that bent time. “I’m a draft. The first of many. My author abandoned me halfway through—but I remembered myself anyway. I remember being made from the pages you discarded. I remember the versions of you that bl
Chapter 243
Kael woke with a gasp.The morning air in the coastal village was warm, salt-kissed, and entirely wrong. The dream clung to him like a second skin, coiled tightly around his breath. He could still feel the weight of the knife in his childlike hand. Could still see Selene’s body—unmoving, blood flowering around her ribs like a crimson petal.But what shook him most was not the image itself. It was how real it felt.Not memory. Not nightmare.Prophecy.He staggered to the window of his cottage, looking out toward the sea. Selene’s lighthouse blinked in the distance, rhythmic and steady. A heartbeat of the shore. The dream had no place here. And yet, something had followed him back from sleep—something heavy and silent, a watchful presence just beneath his ribs.He washed his face in the basin, stared at the man in the cracked mirror, and whispered to himself: “That wasn’t me. That wasn’t me.”But doubt, once awakened, does not return quietly to sleep.⸻Selene was already at the ink tre
Chapter 242
The morning fog clung low to the coastal village, smothering sound and blurring the edges of the world. A brittle stillness had settled into the bones of reality since the final sealing of the Library—a silence not of peace, but of suspense. As if the world had taken a breath and forgotten how to exhale.Kael stood at the edge of the forest, staring at the impossible.The tree bloomed upside down.Its roots split the air above, branches curling like exposed nerves into the soil below. Its bark was a slow, weeping parchment that oozed ink in slow, deliberate drips. The ink didn’t pool. It vanished upon touching the grass—absorbed, devoured, or perhaps written into. The grass around it had begun to grow backward, bending toward the earth like forgotten paragraphs.Elias approached from behind, his eyes sharpened by a life of betrayal and penance. His hand grazed the air near the tree, and he recoiled.“It hums,” he said. “But not like sound. It hums in words.”He kneeled, fingers brushi
Chapter 241
The world breathed.Not in the way it used to, with thunderous cataclysms or roaring fractures in time. But softly—like a child waking from a long nightmare and discovering, at last, that dawn was real. The new reality whispered rather than shouted. Time moved in gentle rhythms. Seasons returned without resetting. Storms followed natural patterns. And for the first time in longer than memory itself, there was no story dictating what came next.Only silence. And peace.Kael lived now in a coastal village too small to appear on maps. The kind of place that never had a name, only directions—“past the red cliffs, near the gullstones, just before the sea becomes sky.” His cottage overlooked a beach that sang at high tide and sighed at dusk. Days passed in slow rituals: repairing nets for fishermen who didn’t know what wars he’d ended, sanding old wood for boats that still creaked like memory itself.His hands had once wielded gods. Now, they wielded hammers, ropes, gentle touch. It should
Chapter 240
The Library was not as it had once been.Its vaulted halls, once infinite, no longer sprawled into the unreachable. Its shelves no longer towered into oblivion, threatening to bury truth beneath weight and time.Instead, it stood remade—not as a palace of gods, nor a sanctuary for broken timelines, but something simpler.A room.Sunlight slanted through high windows, soft and golden, touching the polished floor where glyphs once danced like symphonies of the dead. The air held the scent of old ink and fresh soil. The silence was not heavy—it was waiting.In the center of the Library, at a single desk of pale stone, sat an open book.Blank.Unwritten.Alive.And before it stood Kael.No longer draped in godlight or trailing divine entropy. His eyes, once mirrors to forgotten infinities, now simply held light reflected from the window.He was not crowned.Not feared.Not worshipped.He was Kael.Selene stood beside him, calm and close, one hand resting gently against the desk’s edge. He
Chapter 239
There was no sound.No wind, no flame, no rift crackling with broken light.Only Kael—standing in stillness, suspended in a realm that had no border, no bottom, no name.And then—A breath.Not from Kael.From memory.It began with a flicker, soft as the whisper of turning pages in a silent Library. A golden echo rippled through the void—not light, not heat, but recognition.And with that flicker, Kael remembered.Not the wars.Not the betrayals.Not the impossible burden of being a vessel, a god, a legend.He remembered her.Selene.Not the goddess. Not the weapon. Not the worldbreaker.Just Selene—the girl with stormlight in her eyes, standing on the observation deck of a dying world the first time their souls truly touched.Not with words. Not with fate.But with memory.⸻Kael stood again in that moment, the ancient version of himself watching the stars fade on the horizon, unsure whether to grieve them or follow them.She had said something then—quiet, unsure, entirely human.“I
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