Chapter 1 · free to read
In the Mirror Sect they told me I was born from glass. A servant with no name of her own — only the face that answered when someone else was seen.
That night she bled in the training court, half the mountain away from me.
But it was my arm that opened. Her wound. My blood.
In the shards, a face that was mine and not mine — a woman I had never been, yet somehow remembered.
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