CHLOE’S POV The hall stretched ahead of us, dim and quiet.Elias didn’t lead. He walked beside me, hand still in mine, fingers interlaced but gentle, like a bind between memory and presence.The air smelled faintly of aged wood and old parchment. Dust motes floated in thin shafts of light from the skylights above, and the faint echo of our footsteps made every sound intimate, private.Nina moved ahead, eyes scanning the walls, floors, and corners. There was a rhythm to her observation……slow, deliberate, like she was reading invisible lines between the structure and the past.Gavin trailed slightly behind, vigilant but calm, shoulders squared, as though the room itself could shift on us and he would hold steady.Elias hesitated at a narrow corridor branching off from the main hall. His grip on my hand tightened slightly….not in fear, but in calculation.“This way,” he murmured.Not a command. A suggestion.I didn’t question him. I simply followed, noticing the subtle change in his pos
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