Chapter 5 · free to read
I escaped the collapsing vault with dust in my lungs and a sliver of stolen light in my palms.
A broken pendant to hide a broken mirror. Fitting, that my secret lived inside another crack.
The shard taught me a new art. I could feel each of her wounds approaching — and decide which to swallow, and which to let touch her.
So the next time she dueled, I simply... did not catch the blow.
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