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I drank the Identity Flux before we left the chamber, the liquid faintly iridescent and cold against my tongue. My body reacted almost immediately—bones adjusting, muscles tightening, skin warming as my reflection shifted into someone taller, more refined.

Someone who looked like my mother.

Caspian waited by the door, already dressed in formal northern attire, his dark coat trimmed with frost-thread, Sapphire Water’s insignia pinned neatly to his chest, and when his eyes lifted to me, ...