Silence answered first. Not absence, not peace—just a space so dense with meaning that Elthara felt her breath hitch against it. The figure’s eyes, still her own and yet older, carried no promise, no comfort. Just honesty. Raw and unfiltered, as if love had never been more than a luxury her survival couldn’t afford. The moment stretched, thin as thread, between what she had been and what she might become.“You will not be who you were,” the voice said at last. “But you will not be lost. You will be remade by the choices you keep—and the truths you do not deny.” The extended hand did not waver, though the world behind it pulsed like a second heartbeat. Elthara closed her eyes, and for a breath, she remembered all the times she had not flinched. She had braved fire, memory, death, gods—and worse, herself.And yet this was different. This wasn’t an enemy. This was the shape of every refusal to break, every time she’d said, not now, when rest had been a whisper on her lips. It wasn’t crue
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