FAYE I woke up before the rest of the house did. At first, I thought it was just one of those restless mornings where sleep refuses to fully leave you. My eyes stayed on the ceiling, my body still heavy, my mind half–caught between dreams and reality. Then I felt it. The mark. At first, it was faint. Almost nothing. Just a warm spot on my wrist I could have ignored if I tried hard enough. But the longer I stayed still, the more it settled into something… noticeable. Not pain. Not exactly. More like a presence. Like something under my skin had decided it was awake before I was. I frowned slightly and lifted my hand to look at...
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