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When the Past Recognizes the Future

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Zenith

The villa did not sleep after Corin spoke.

It listened. I felt it the moment the gates sealed again, how the wards settled not into rest, but into vigilance.

Inferno’s power hummed through the stone beneath my bare feet, warm and alert, like a great beast choosing to remain awake because something important had entered its territory. History had crossed our threshold. Not roaring. Not demanding. But breathing.

I watched Alejandro from across the hall as he stood with the folio still i
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