Camille sat in silence beneath the narrow window of her holding chamber, watching the gray light of morning stretch across the floor in quiet ribbons. She hadn't spoken since the mirror. The echo of the girl's voice still trembled beneath her ribs. It hadn't just been a reflection it had been a door. A gate to something she wasn't sure she was ready to face. And yet, she had walked through it. She had come back changed. Not completely whole, but closer. Her thoughts, once fractured by dreams and false memories, were beginning to thread together into something solid. Familiar. Dangerous.
The door creaked open behind her, but she didn't flinch. Only one person entered without asking.
