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Epilogue – What Remains

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One year later

Isadora

The sea is calm today.

I watch it from the high cliff, arms crossed in the salty wind. Below, the waves crash against the rocks with an almost reassuring constancy. Like an ancient heartbeat, unchanging. The world has changed, they say. But the sea remains.

This is where I came to retreat after the fall of the Council. After the confessions, the judgments, the outbursts, and the decisions torn from fear. I did not flee. I simply chose silence after the war of truths. I was offered to stay, to take part in the reconstruction. I said no. I chose the cliff, the sea, the wind. I chose absence.

The home where I now live is nothing like a mansion. An old white house, covered in ivy, clinging to the rock like a promise of resistance. It creaks sometimes at night, as if remembering past storms. I have learned to live without noise. To breathe without expecting the next explosion. To walk without fear behind me.

But sometimes, in the silence, I see their faces again.

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