Elise didn’t sleep.She lay awake on the stone platform long after the sanctuary quieted, staring at the faint glow tracing the ceiling above her. The light pulsed slowly, like something breathing. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw her mother’s face reflected in the pool—sad, resolute, already halfway gone.Theresa Thorne.Moonbreather.The words felt unreal in her chest, like they belonged to someone else’s life.Footsteps approached, soft but deliberate. Elise sat up before the figure reached her.Elder Sera stopped a few steps away. She didn’t pretend surprise.“You should rest,” Sera said.“I can’t,” Elise replied. Her voice sounded too sharp in the quiet. “Not after that.”Sera studied her for a moment, then nodded once. “Come.”They walked together through the sanctuary’s deeper passages, past chambers Elise hadn’t seen before—rooms filled with carved relics, broken weapons, fragments of crystal sealed behind translucent stone. Every wall told a story of something that had
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