Darkness clung to the edges of the royal garden.
The once-vibrant roses wilted. Pages from the novel world fluttered across the sky like feathers torn from a forgotten angel.
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But in the shadows of the castle…
Mara returned.
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Not whole.
Not human.
But rewritten.
“You erased me, Gerah.”
“But I rewrote myself… stronger, louder, and this time—I’m the main character.”
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The ink that had leaked from her body solidified into dark armor. Her eyes now shimmered with corrupted lines from old chapters she had stolen from Gerah’s early drafts.
Inside the Hall of Pages, Gerah trembled.
The blank scroll in front of her flickered. The new story was unstable. “She’s changing the world’s rules from the outside…” Anya warned.
“She’s writing in shadows.”
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Xavier stood protectively beside Gerah.
“Then it’s time we remind her… this world belongs to more than one pen.”
At the outer court, Jiru and Dahlia felt the shift in time.
Characters once asleep in the story began to awaken… people Gerah hadn’t even written yet.
“It’s like a battle of authors,” Jiru said.
“But only one of them ever wrote with love.”
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Dahlia clenched her fists.
“Then love should be louder than hate.”
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Mara entered the great hall, ink dripping behind her like a trail of forgotten destinies.
She smiled at Gerah, cruel and broken.
“Let’s see who deserves the spotlight now.”
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And with a scream, she hurled her rewritten manuscript at the core of the kingdom—where stories were born and destroyed.
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