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The Poison And The Crown

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The sanctuary’s air was awash with incense and the subtle hum of ancestral energy. Dawn’s light spilled gently over the Saphiren grounds, glinting off golden stone and fire-forged glyphs. The sanctuary, once dormant, now pulsed with life, and the legacy of the clan awakened in full.

Arla-Rosa sat beside the healing bed carved from phoenixwood, watching her mother’s chest rise and fall. Amarantha’s features were softer now, her breathing steady under the influence of ancient healing brews and Cassian’s carefully applied salves. But even in sleep, her brows furrowed, haunted by years of torment.

Senna knelt at the foot of the bed, whispering old Saphiren prayers. Torren stood at the doorway, his hand on the hilt of his blade, vigilant. Cedric entered the chamber, quiet as dusk, bearing a small bowl of steaming soup. He set it on a nearby table and came to Arla-Rosa’s side. "She hasn’t woken yet?"

"No," Arla-Rosa whispered. "But I can feel her soul trying to climb back. Like a candle in
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