“No,” Elara said, touching the warm obsidian needle. “I finished it. That’s the second legacy. Not fighting the dark. Weaving through it.”
“Why now?” she asked.
The false Mira screamed, unraveling. Behind her, the real Mira’s face flickered through the fabric—trapped, but smiling. Elara tied the final knot.
“No,” Elara said, touching the warm obsidian needle. “I finished it. That’s the second legacy. Not fighting the dark. Weaving through it.”
“Why now?” she asked.
The false Mira screamed, unraveling. Behind her, the real Mira’s face flickered through the fabric—trapped, but smiling. Elara tied the final knot.
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