Chapter 88: The Queen in the Glass

The Blackglass Kings had a queen. One they had sealed in a mirror.

But now she stirred.

She didn't want war. She wanted balance.

"The world leans too far toward memory," she whispered.

"Let me tilt it toward silence again."

She summoned a clone. Not of Liss. Of Thessaly.

And sent it into the House of Memory.

Not to fight. To replace.

But the real Thessaly? She felt it.

And she sharpened her sword.

"No one steals my name."