(Selene’s POV)The grove did not disappear when the elven sentinel finished speaking.It stayed, quiet, breathing, like it was listening.I stood at the center of the clearing, unsure whether I was supposed to kneel, speak, or run. But none of my instincts agreed.Fenrir was still beside me. I didn’t look at him at first, but I felt him there. That alone kept the panic from taking over me.The elven sentinel straightened, folding his hands behind his back. “My name is Elarion,” he said. “Keeper of the Grove and witness to forgotten vows.”Winter muttered, “Of course you are,” under his breath.Elarion ignored him.“Selene,” he continued, addressing me directly. “You were never meant to be erased. Your memories were sealed, not destroyed. There is a difference.”My throat tightened. “Then why can’t I remember?”“Because remembering too early would have shattered you,” he replied calmly. “The Wardens were not forged for power. They were chosen for stability. Even so, many did not surviv
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