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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 16

Autor: MIKS DELOSO
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Brunschiere Forest – Dawn Following the Sanctuary

The heavens broke open in shades of molten gold and slate, giving light to stream through Brunschiere's tall oaks like a heavenly vow. Krishna emerged from the incense-stained sanctuary barefoot, her cloak flapping behind her like smoke. The last sigil — the one incised across her spine — still glowed dimly, the smell of charred incense and old magic lingering on her skin.

Ignatius trailed behind, crunching quietly through the frosted leaves in boots. He did not speak. He hadn't had to. His eyes had seen her go up in flames once. He would not break her silence now.

They stood at the border of the grove, where the forest yawned open like a mouth into the wider world.

Krishna finally spoke. "It's quiet here."

"It won't last," Ignatius whispered. "It never does."

She leaned her head marginally in his direction. "Then we utilize it while it works."

He nodded once, gravely.

And so the quiet days began — odd, gentle days that Krishna never
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  • THE SILVER LINING   THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 181

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