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Chapter 126: Illusions of Ash
Author: Pheel-Grip
last update2025-09-11 16:48:21

Jason opened his eyes to sunlight. Not fire. Not chains. Not smoke. Just sunlight, golden and warm, spilling gently across a wooden floor.

He blinked against it, his chest tightening, a slow breath leaving him without the taste of ash. For the first time in what felt like centuries, he wasn’t choking. He wasn’t burning. He was… alive.

And then he realized where he was. His room. The one he had grown up in. The narrow window with the broken latch. The stack of worn books on the desk.

The crooked frame on the wall holding the picture of his mother, smiling with her arms around him. Jason sat up, heart hammering in disbelief. His body was whole. No scars. No burns. No fire. Just skin.

The air smelled of bread baking in the oven. Somewhere downstairs, he heard laughter. Familiar laughter. His throat closed. It couldn’t be. “Jason?”

The voice froze him. He turned slowly, and there she was. His mother. Standing in the doorway, her eyes bright, her smile gentle, her hands open as though noth
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