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THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 81
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THE SILVER LINING THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 81
Miyal stood still, the force of his own mind bearing down on him as the icy wind murmured through the skeletal limbs of the garden. The garden of vibrant beauty, now stained with the black ash of Perfera's rule, was an extension of his own soul. There was life here, indeed, but it was weak, tentative. Like him.He'd come back to this place time and again, seeking some indication that the world his world was not quite as irrevocably shattered as it seemed. He'd failed Krishna. Failed the Citadel. But this garden, this emblem of renewal she'd attempted to coax to life, continued to draw him in.The moon was low in the sky, its chill light throwing long shadows across the ground. His breathing was shallow as he looked down at the ground beneath his feet. He had sown the seeds, but they were nothing but feeble shoots, fighting to live in the ash. He couldn't help but think the same of himself. How did it come to this?Miyal closed his eyes, the load of his regrets bearing down on him. He
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The days ran into one another. Time passed in the Citadel, but Miyal felt every passing moment stretching, as if his bones were imprisoned in an unyielding grip. There was no room for him to catch his breath, no release from the burden of being Alpha. The council, where once he used to sit and strategize with fellow visionaries, now came across as a court of vultures, all of whom were waiting for him to crash. He could sense their gaze, laden with judgment and anticipation, perpetually upon him.The Citadel was different. Its citizens, damaged by the plague, tormented by the memory of Perfera's cruel domination, were still recovering—but with doubts. Doubts about him. Doubts about the future. And why not? He'd let them down. He'd let Krishna down.Miyal's every move was burdened with that knowledge. In the council hallways, he struggled to maintain a steady voice as he went through the motions of leadership. Ancient plans needed to be reworked, new commands needed to be given, and the
THE SILVER LINING THE SILVER LINING CHAPTER 79
Miyal's return to the Citadel was quiet. His horse trotted along the darkened path as the last of the horrific plague hung in the air, though the land itself has started healing. People are rebuilding. Smoke plumes can be seen from a distance from where rubble is released because the people toil at night and day to rebuild what was lost in the Citadel.But Miyal did not feel it. The ground felt abandoned, as barren as the place in his chest where Krishna had once resided. Every step he took, he felt as though he was becoming further removed from her, further buried in the hollowness of the woman he had let down.Her words resonated inside him like a bell struck too harshly. You don't get to mourn me if you still have who I was.He had left her in the garden left her to plant seeds of something else, something that would never include him. There was no softness in her voice, no sorrow. Only resolve. Krishna had chosen to leave him, and the acrid finality of it had seared through his he
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Brunschière was quieter than Miyal expected. No gates. No guards. Just stone houses and crescent lanterns strung between trees. Soft laughter drifted from an orchard. Somewhere, a child was singing to the wind.But Miyal didn’t come for the peace.She came for her.Krishna at the field edge, hand-picking silverroot, her back to him. Her cloak was the color of dust. Her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. No moon crown. No flame. Just a woman in the dirt.Miyal came forward."Krishna."She didn't turn.Didn't even flinch.Just kept picking the roots, individual by individual.Miyal took another step. "I didn't think you'd.""You shouldn't have come."That halted him in his tracks.Her voice wasn't angry. Wasn't cruel.It was. bare.As if she had planted a stake in the earth and entombed everything beyond it."I know," he croaked.She pulled out another root. Cleaned it off. Poured it in the basket.Miyal struggled to speak again, but the words stuck to his throat like soot."I came b
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The courtyard did not bleed anymore.Neither did it bloom.Miyal alone stood under the blackened tree, its branches twisted like burned ribs against the parchment-colored sky. Ash rustled with the wind, racing along the stone. The garden Krishna had begun to plant stayed stagnant,no green, no shoot. Only waiting ground.And Krishna was not there.She hadn't given Miyal the farewell she'd wanted. No hug goodbye. No final look. Only a silent leave at dawn, a voice on the wind:"Only when the roots are strong enough without me."But the roots still trembled for Miyal.And every morning, she'd catch herself waiting to hear footsteps. For the sound of Krishna's robes. For her laughter."Coward," Miyal growled at the empty space. "You ran again.The wind rustled but had nothing to say. A shard of moon-glass slid across the tile courtyard, snagging in the fold of her robe."I asked you to remain," Miyal said, her voice breaking. "I pleaded with you."Her words bounced back off charred walls
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The air in the courtyard had cooled.Twilight hung over the cracked stone like a veil. Lanterns danced in iron sconces, sending halos of golden light scurrying across the roots of the dead tree, now ringed by fresh soil and small, persistent green shoots.Miyal stood under the leaning archway of the inner hall. Her staff rested heavily on her shoulder, bound in old bandages, every one of them stained with some fragment of the war she could never wash off. Her hair had been hacked off short, roughly scorched in spots. Her robes were mended with fabric ripped from burial shrouds.She regarded Krishna from afar.And Krishna… knelt once more, alone at the base of the memory tree.Digging.Planting.Watering.As if that one thing repeated every night since the battle could wash away forgiveness to a soil damp with screams.Miyal crept toward him.She stopped only a few feet away from him, her voice cracked. "You never rest."Krishna didn't turn."Neither do ghosts."There was silence betwe
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