Chapter 9 Not Myself

SAFFRON.

Light pierced my eyelids in jagged, burning shards.

But before the waking world could fully drag me back, the shadows clung to me.

Nyx. Her presence didn't fill a physical space; it slithered into the cracks of my mind, cool and deeply invasive.

"Saffron," her voice echoed in the hollow...

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