Rissa’s POV

The moment it steps through, the world holds its breath.

Not just the air.

Everything.

The trees go still. The ground hum beneath my feet pauses like it is waiting to see what I will do next.

And I feel it.

Before I see it clearly.

That cold, familiar pressure pressing against my chest.

Not new.

Never new.

Just closer.

“Rissa…” Mark’s voice is tight now, low and warning.

“I see it,” I say.

But that is not entirely true.

Because I do not just see it.

I know it.

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