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Rea felt a terrible cold enter her chest. Maybe they were right. Rea . What was it? A sigh? A fragment? She had always wanted a grand name like "Valor" or "Seraphina." Something solid. Instead, she had this—a name that slipped through the fingers of meaning.

Rea opened her eyes. The whispering shadows were still there, but they seemed smaller now, like children caught in a lie.

No one would go. The forest had a name in their language: the place where names end .

"You have no power here," another hissed. "Names are the anchors of the soul. And your name… it has no weight."

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