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The Vessel’s First Choice

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The girl in red had never been seen outside her glass chamber.

Until now.

Leora didn’t know who had unlatched the door—or if it had been the girl herself—but when she descended to the corridor the next evening, the chamber was open.

Empty.

Her pulse spiked. “No…”

Footsteps echoed behind her. She spun, half-expecting guards, but it was Allerick. His chair moved silently across the stone, shadows clinging to him like smoke.

“She’s gone.” His voice was neither surprised nor alarmed. Just… inevitable.

Leora’s throat tightened. “Gone where?”

Allerick’s mouth curved into something between grim amusement and warning. “That is the question, isn’t it? A vessel with a will is like a loaded gun on the table. No one knows who will pick it up first.”

---

They found her in the library.

The girl in red sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by scattered books. Pages torn, spines cracked, words spilling like blood across the carpet. She didn’t look up when Leora entered, but her hands trembled as
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