
by RS Cha
You steal something that isn't supposed to exist. It doesn't come with instructions — just a countdown, and the growing certainty that you've made a mistake you can't take back. What would you do if the only clock that mattered wasn't measuring your life, but someone else's? Lysander Vance has eleven days. A compass that shouldn't work. A sister trapped somewhere he can't reach with his hands, only with power he doesn't fully understand yet — and every use of it costs him something he'll never get back. A memory. A color. A name he used to know by heart. Would you keep spending pieces of yourself if it meant one more day for the person you love? Would you trust an ally who's clearly hiding something, if she's the only reason the door hasn't broken yet? Would you open a door you know leads somewhere no map has ever charted, knowing you might not remember why you opened it by the time you get back? Lysander doesn't have time to ask those questions twice. He's out of time to ask them at all. The compass is already turning.
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