River stepped into the dining room, the silence between her and Thane palpable. Malcolm, Thane's father, attempted to fill the void with polite conversation, but the tension remained. Afterward, River went outside, walking in the garden. The air was brisk that morning, full of flowers and the earthly smell of wet soil. Peaceful, a contrast to the turmoil in her head. She needed space; a space to think, to breathe, and figure out what was to come. Outside, the walk into the garden was suddenly a blur of flowers and trees and sunshine, but her mind weaved its way back to what was found in the attic: old journals, books, and letters, her mother's, written before she died. River had been too young when her mother died, and she remembered little, only whispers, rumors: most from her father and her stepmother, Cecilia. They told her that her mother was a healer, a Luminari, but from the manner in which they spoke, it would have seemed as if she was some sort of mistake to have tainted
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