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*The Edge*
Mina's eyes fluttered open.
The sky above her was deep blue, too clear, too vivid. The scent of pine drifted in the breeze, and a sharp chill pricked her skin. She blinked, confusion washing over her. She wasn't in her bed. Or a hospital. Or anywhere she recognized.
She sat up slowly, her head spinning. Around her stretched a dense forest, quiet and ancient, with towering trees and moss-covered stones. Birds chirped high above, but it all felt… unreal.
Her eyes dropped to her hands.
Small. Pale. Fragile.
*Not mine.*
Panic surged through her chest. She scrambled to her feet and stumbled to a nearby stream, kneeling down to stare at her reflection.
The face staring back wasn't hers.
Wide green eyes, a delicate nose, ash-blonde hair tangled wildly down her shoulders. A girl she'd never met—yet looked eerily familiar.
And then it hit her. The forest. The clothes. The face.
*This is… a novel.*
Not just any novel. The one she had read in high school — *Kingdom of Embers*. A dark fantasy filled with betrayal, bloodlines, and broken dreams. A story that ended in ruin for nearly everyone.
Mina's heart pounded. She remembered the side character—*Elara*. Barely mentioned. No story arc. A girl who simply vanished from the pages.
And now… she was Elara.
Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground. *This can't be real.*
Then flashes rushed through her mind — memories that weren't hers. A rooftop. Cold wind. Tears. Elara, heartbroken and lost, about to leap to her death.
But in that final second, something shifted.
Mina had entered.
She hadn't just fallen into a story — she'd taken over a life that was about to end.
Now, inside a forgotten character, with no script to follow, Mina had one terrifying freedom: to survive and rewrite a fate that was never meant to be hers.
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