Aria POV The fortress slept unevenly. I could hear its breathing through the stones slow where the wounded dreamed, sharp where guards turned in their armor. Outside, rain threaded through the mist, tapping at the shutters like a pulse that wanted answering. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes I saw light under water. Silver first, then red. Each time I tried to reach it, it moved farther away. When I finally sat up, the bandage over my chest felt hot. I drew it aside; the mark glowed softly, silver veins running outward, then darkening at their edges until they blushed crimson. It looked alive. I touched it once pain, then the taste of iron behind my teeth. "Remember the promise." The voice wasn’t outside me. It came from the space between heartbeats. “Whose promise?” I whispered. "Yours. Hers. Mine." The room tilted. For a heartbeat I was standing somewhere else: a cavern full of mirrors, the smell of salt and blood. A woman knelt beside a black pool. Her
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