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Chapter 18: Painful Surrender

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“Did he frighten you?” Luz asked quietly, his gauntleted hands resting on his knees. “He has that effect on everyone eventually.” Amelia lightly shook her head. “No, he was polite. So, this means we can stay right?” Luz let out a short humourless laugh at the casual way she dismissed Mestre Escuro presence. “Polite? He was probably cataloguing every weakness in your aura while you spoke.” His tone was dry, but the tension in his shoulders eased noticeably. “He did not kill you on the spot or

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    “The ground there is thin,” the old man said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Not thin like a worn rug. Thin like skin over a wound that will not heal. The things that live on the other side– they do not care about your names, or your gods, or your little wars.” He picked up on of the mugs, turning it slowly in his hands. “When you went in there, last time, you brought something back with you. Not on your backs, not in your pockets. Something inside. Something that sits in the dark parts of your mind and waist.” He looked directly at Salvaxe, then shifted his gaze to Escuro. “Look, we do not have time for this,” Escuro said impatiently. “Tell us about the fountain.” The old man let out a short, dry laugh that had no warmth in it. “You do not drink for that fountain. You do not even touch the water with your bare skin if you can help it.” He pointed the iron rod toward the window, toward the direct

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    As Escuro and Salvaxe approached the cottage an old man came out. He has long, unkempt grey hair that falls in uneven strands around his face and shoulders, tangled and coarse, while his thick beard– also grey and streaked with darker remnants– spreads across his chest in a wild, natural mass. There are deep lines carved into his face, especially around his eyes and mouth, giving him a weathered, almost carved appearance, as though time itself has etched its passage into his skin. He was dressed in worn, layered clothing made of rough wool frayed at the edges and patched in places. A thick fur coat is draped over his shoulders, heavy and unrefined, its texture coarse and uneven. The sleeves of his garments are tattered, revealing glimpses of his aged hands, which are rough and calloused. The old man stood in the doorway of his cottage, one hand gripping the warped wooden frame the other trembling at his side as he spotted the two figures emerging through the trees.

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    Estrela reached out and brushed a stray piece of golden hair from her forehead, her fingers moving with a grace that felt almost choreographed. “I woke up feeling… different,” she continued, stepped closer to him. “The air feels sharper. The light is brighter. I think the water in the fountain had some kind of effect on me. It is not unpleasant.” Escuro’s eyes darted from the fountain to her. “You drank from it?” he asked surprised. Her expression did not flicker. She did not flinch at his question, nor did she look away. She simple nodded, her golden hair swaying with the movement. “I did,” she said, her tone conversational, as if she were discussing the weather rather than a ritual that had written her very essence. “It was almost impossible not to. The voice–” she paused, a small, thoughtful frown crossing her face. “The inscription. It felt like a call.” She took another step toward hi

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    Estrela stood up and gestured toward the four arms of the device. “We will probably need both of us to turn it. On three?” Escuro nodded and they both turned the mechanism, the cable moved and the sound of moving parts behind the walls echoed in the chamber. Then there was the sound of rushing water, which grew louder and vibrated through the stone floor beneath their feet. She jumped slightly at the sudden noise, her haze green eyes darting toward the veiling as if expecting water to come crashing down. “It is working!” she whispered, a grin breaking across her face. “The mechanism is actually moving!” the sound was not a trickle; it was a heavy, rhythmic flow, like a pipe being opened wide. It seemed to be coming from somewhere deep within the walls, echoing through the chamber with a hollow resonance. She grabbed the edge of the pedestal, her knuckles white. “That is not just a fountain, Escuro. That is a lot of water

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    Mestre Escuro stood on one of the watchtowers near the burned and collapsed cathedral. He looked out at the city below, the smoke still lingering in the air. As the sun set, the lights coming from some of the houses and the embers from burned down houses became clearer to see. His gaze was distant and unfocused, as he recalls the past.“You must be Escuro,” Estela Astuta said cheerfully. “It is very nice to meet you.” She shook his hand. Escuro smiled shyly at her cheerful tone and shook her hand. “Thank you, I am glad to be here,” he said with equal friendliness. “I look forward to working with you.” She pulled her hand back, her hazel green eyes bright with excitement as she gestured toward the crumbling stone pillars surrounding them. Vines snaked around the weathered masonry, and the air smelled of damp earth and old dust. “I have already made some progress with the eastern corridor,” she said, stepping close

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