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Mirabelle Ashby slips through Winterhart University like a specter stitched from moonlight; soft, untouchable, haunting. Her ribbon-bound hair falls like ink against her pale neck, a quiet rebellion against the world that once tried to break her. She studies the human mind not out of idle curiosity but because she craves understanding of the fractures that live inside her own skin. But curiosity can be fatal. The day she turns her attention to the asylum's most dangerous secret, the careful silence of her life begins to splinter. The world grows sharp, shadowed, and she feels it, a presence circling her like a predator, pulling her toward something she has no name for.
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Ronan Deverux wears his madness like a crown; defiant, unyielding, untouchable. He is not just a patient of Winterhart Asylum; he is its storm, its teeth. The walls hold him, but barely. His silence speaks louder than any scream, his stare enough to strip a person to bone. When Mirabelle steps into his orbit, he feels it like a strike to the ribs; that dangerous recognition, that sense that she might be the only one who could ever drag him out of the dark. Or maybe deeper into it? And for the first time in years, he wants to follow.
