Chapter 112

  Diana's POV

  A voice brushed the edges of my mind, whisper-soft, like fog curling beneath a door, impossible to shut out.

  "I am Celina."

  "I am you."

  "We're one, silly."

  It wasn't loud. It didn't cut or pierce. It slipped in like a memory, familiar and uninvited. It nestled in the hollow o...

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