Celeste's POV
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"Is that her?"
"Everyone stay back and calm!"
"Lysandra, get away from there!"
Shouts and conflicted sentences were thrown around Atlas' living room as we all stared at the person Lysandra's summoning had brought to us.
A tall woman donned in a simple-looking white cashmere trench coat. She had lush and long brown hair falling down her shoulders, stormy eyes a reflection of her daughter.
This was a spitting image of Lysandra. Just looked older by a decade or so.
Yet—something felt awfully wrong.
"M–Mom?" Even Lysandra sounded uncertain, blinking at her mother like she hadn't been summoning and speaking to her for several nights. "This... You feel different."
The older woman's lips remained thin and unmoving. Until they raised into a broad, almost uncanny smirk. "Why, of course, daughter. Because this time you brought..."
