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More suspicion.
More of the same quiet rejection.
Instead—the walls hummed with magic.
The staircases shifted.
The air felt thick with things older than language.
And no one blinked when a ghost passed through a corridor.
No one told me I was imagining it.
No one called a priest.
For the first time—I wasn’t strange.
I wasn’t broken.
I was gifted.
That realization alone would have been enough.
But then?—
There was him.
Raven.
The Draugr.
The Monster everyone avoided.
The Revenant whose hunger had terrified an entire generation of students.
He saw me.
Not the quiet girl.
Not the frightened child.
Not the girl who flinched at every whisper.
He saw me.
And he did not look afraid.
He looked claimed.
Like he had found something he had been searching for without knowing it.
When he called me Unnasta for the first time, I didn’t understand the word.
But I understood the tone.
Reverence.
Possession.
