Eleanor always knew life after war wouldn't be normal. But she never imagined it would fracture the definition of normal altogether.
One moment she was discussing defense strategy with her mother and Nadia, and the next she was watching her own reflection reach out of the mirror to touch her cheek.
Her fingers had been trembling for ten minutes since.
At first, it had felt like a hallucination. But when she blinked, the mirror showed her clearly, her reflection standing calmly, hands behind her back, the other Eleanor smirking.
And whispering: "We're just getting started."
That's when she knew: the otherworld wasn't done.
The New Sanctuary
The sanctuary had become a small city—a school, a safe haven, and a research compound all in one.
