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The End of the Story—Or the Beginning?

Fiona awoke with a gasp.

Her body ached, her lungs burning with the memory of falling.

Where—?

She pushed herself up, heart racing.

The palace was gone.

The fire, the destruction, the battle—all of it was gone.

Instead, she was standing in a place she should not be.

A room. Small. Familiar.

A bed with neatly folded sheets. A desk littered with notes. A single window letting in the glow of an artificial light.

Her breath caught.

This wasn’t Devon’s world.

This was hers.

She was back on Earth.

“No,” she whispered.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how the story was...