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You wake up gasping, sunlight cutting through the curtains like it has no idea what it's done to you twice already. Downstairs, laughter floats up - warm, easy, overlapping. Soriel and Veyra, making breakfast like nothing is wrong. Like you haven't already felt what their love looks like when it breaks. You know how this day ends. You've worn both deaths. The loop doesn't reset because of a curse or a spell - it resets because no one has ever walked out of this day alive, with both sisters still whole. One choice shatters one of them, and a shattered sister is something far more dangerous than grief. This is loop three. You remember everything. They remember nothing. The only question left is whether love - real, careful, impossible love - can stop a day that was never meant to end.