Chapter 52

• Cesmae's POV
• The darkness was oppressive, suffocating. I was not myself—I was Damaris. The moment I realized it, I was filled with a gut-wrenching sense of dread. The world around me felt wrong, twisted like reality was bending in on itself. The library stretched out before me, but it was not as I remembered it—there was something sinister lurking in every shadow, in every whisper of the wind through the shelves.
• The air was thick with tension, and I knew—I knew—something terrible was about to happen.