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“Syaoran?” she whispered.

He thought, I am not real. But my love is. Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

And that, perhaps, was the only magic that Fei-Wang Reed had never understood. “Syaoran

The magician materialized from the static between worlds, his smile a crescent of cruelty. “You’ve solved the final riddle, puppet. The feathers of Sakura were never just her memories. They were anchors. Each one you collected strengthened the spell that would overwrite the real Syaoran’s prison. And now, with the last feather… the exchange is complete.” And that, perhaps, was the only magic that

He reached out and pressed his palm to the crystal coffin.

It pulsed with a cold, silver light, unlike the warm, golden glow of Sakura's stars. Inside it, he saw a scene he had never lived: a young boy with fierce, determined eyes—the real Syaoran—whispering a spell to a witch in a shop full of clocks. The witch was Yuuko. The price was everything.

The clone looked at his original self. He saw no hatred there. Only an exhausted, heartbreaking relief.