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... elt his consciousness ’fracture.’
Energy surged from the memory’s hand. Purple-pink light—the same color as the dungeon tower—flowed into Helena’s belly.
Her pregnancy ’reversed.’
The swelling went down. Rapidly. Unnaturally. Within seconds, her stomach was flat again.
Their child—’his’ child—unmade. Unsealed. Stored away like an inconvenient object.
Helena knelt there, hands on her now-flat belly, tears falling silently.
"Though I promise," the me ...
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