Whispers from the Grave

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…She was alone, truly alone, for the first time since her mother’s death. But it was a different kind of alone. It was the solitude of self-possession, the quiet strength of knowing she had faced her greatest fear and survived. The spectral entity was gone, banished by her choice. The ritual had reached its climax, and she had chosen not a union with darkness, but a reclaiming of her own soul. The path ahead was uncertain, the full extent of her powers still unknown, but for the first time since the crimson tide, Thea felt a flicker of hope. She had a choice, and she had made it. Her destiny was her own to forge.