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Where Shadows Bleed

Some secrets don't stay buried. When strange things begin happening in a quiet town surrounded by woods, seventeen-year-old , Skylia, knows something is wrong. People whisper about disappearances that were never solved, strange shadows…

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…She feels fragile. Not weak—fragile, which is different. Weak means lacking strength. Fragile means carrying something that hasn't finished healing. I know the difference because I've been fragile for thirty years and called it strength. As we reach the treeline, Skylia looks back at the bleeding tree. I follow her gaze. In the morning light, the four-line symbol on the bark catches the sun, and for a moment—just a moment, the span of a breath—I swear the lines pulse. Not shadow. Not light. Something between. Like a door remembering. Skylia turns away. Keeps walking. Her arm tightens around Maya. And the mark on her arm pulses once, in answer.

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