CHAPTER 89: THE COST OF FLAME

Sophia

I stood at the center and knelt.

And began to split.

Not physically.

Not even magically.

But spiritually.

I let each flame rise from its part of me, like threads unbraiding from a single soul.

The First: red, fierce, sovereign.

The Second: moonlit, pale and precise.

The Third: cu...

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