Over the next few days, Yn noticed Mattheo watching her. Not the usual casual glances of other boys, but something deeper, more intense. He didn’t confuse her for Astoria, didn’t treat her like a mere shadow of her twin. He saw her. And that realization sent shivers down her spine.
One evening, as she sat by the Black Lake, trying to clear her head, Mattheo approached.
“You’re not like her,” he said, his voice low and steady.
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