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Chapter 41 - The Letter That Was Lately Delivered

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Lila's primary point of view, Maximus' (interludes)

The moon room was colder than usual. The empty space left behind was not the stone or the morning's thinness. The Gate had stopped humming. The spiral was gone. Fate had broken like a tangled thread, leaving only stillness behind. Lila's spine was no longer braced for prophecy as she stood barefoot on the polished floor with her arms at her sides. Her body was entirely hers for the first time in weeks. No sigils twitching under the skin. No warnings stitched into her ribs. Just breath.

Elora entered without knocking. The smoke from her brass bowl of incense curled like soft ghosts as she carried it. They didn’t speak, not at first. There were no words. There are no new directions. There are no omens to thread around. There's no need to get ready for good or bad. Only quiet. And quiet, Lila was learning, could be sharp.

Later that morning, the Council sent offerings. In the west alcove, she discovered them stacked: fruits a
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