The room was too quiet.Lucian’s heart pounded in his ears — a slow, deliberate thud that echoed like a drumbeat from somewhere deep. Not just in his chest, but in the marrow of his bones.Zalindra’s hands were still pressed to their scars — left side for Lorian, right for him. And for one long moment, the world had tilted.He hadn’t moved. Couldn’t.Because when she touched them, something had opened.Not just memory.Not just pain.But truth.A truth they didn’t know they’d forgotten.Lorian was the first to speak, but even he seemed unsure of what had just happened.“That wasn’t yours,” he said, voice ragged. “That vision. It came from… us.”Lucian blinked, slowly, as if still trying to comprehend it all.“You saw it too?” Zalindra asked, alternately looking at each of them.“Yes” they answered in unison.Zalindra recalled the vision out loud as if her words were not her own.“Two babies.One woman.Four kneeling figures.And the flame — white-hot, not the Sapphire, not any color t
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