She swung her legs off the table. The floor was cold. A mirror on the far wall showed a stranger staring back—same face shape, same brown eyes, but the micro-expressions were off. The soul didn’t fit right. Like a hand in a glove two sizes too small.
“Vitals stabilizing,” a voice droned. “Soul Descent: Phase Three complete.”
Elara stood very still. The new heart in this new chest was beating a steady, mechanical rhythm—but somewhere deeper, the ghost of her old heart was still screaming.
They called it Soul Descent.
Drainage Derbyshire