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Chapter 120: Trial of Mirrors
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... into the humming floor, every breath he took synchronized with the resonance lines running through the tower’s bones. His mirror moved with eerie stillness—no anger, no desperation—only inevitability. A perfect execution of his worst instincts: clinical detachment, overwhelming control, unflinching sacrifice.
The others circled wide, battered and bruised but watching.
"This one’s different," Rowan said quietly, hand resting against his ribs where a guiding echo still flared. "It’ ...
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