Chapter 241

It’s been three days since the mirror shattered.

Three days since my heart stopped in Dante’s arms.

Since Lyrra said the curse only slept — not died.

And though I breathe again, nothing feels alive.

Not really.

The air inside the castle has changed.

Colder. Heavier. As if the stones themselves are holding their breath.

Everyone moves quietly now — like noise might wake the curse back up.

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