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“No,” he said again. “It is sleeping. And inside its ribcage, a girl who died for us dreams of a garden where the rain never falls, only the names of flowers.”

“I didn’t hide it,” he said. “I gave it away.”

I sat on the stone until dawn. When the sun touched the koi pond, the water was clear. I saw fish. I saw pebbles. I saw my own reflection, older than I remembered, with something missing from my chest. The Chimera-s Heart -Final- -Sirotatedou-

“You came back,” he said. Not a question.

“So you gave it your heart?”

I remember the beast. Three throats, six eyes, one hunger. We were young then — young enough to believe that a monster could be unmade by courage alone. We climbed its mountain. We crossed its river of bones. And when we stood before it, breathing steam and sorrow, he did not raise his sword.

He turned to me then. His eyes were the same color as the pond’s depths — no bottom, no light. “No,” he said again

He stopped. The water was at his chin.

He smiled. It was a tired thing, like a candle burned to the last inch of wax. “I gave it away

“You came back to kill it,” he said. “That’s why you’re here. You think the chimera’s heart is a relic. A weapon. A cure for something.”