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Chapter 61

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LUCIEN’S POV

I step into the tower chamber at sunset.

The sky beyond the tall window burns orange and gold, bleeding into deep violet over the forest. The light cuts across the stone floor and paints her in shadow and flame.

Saphra sits on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, chin resting lightly against them. Her hair falls forward like a curtain. She looks smaller here, contained within stone walls that are meant to protect her.

The door shuts softly behind me.

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