TheoI leave before dawn breaks properly.The manor sleeps under a fragile illusion of safety—guards doubled, wards reinforced, paranoia stitched into every corridor like a second skin. Even in stillness, Moonveil feels too wound up, waiting to snap. Sofia is resting when I go, though rest is a fragile word for what she does now. Her power never truly sleeps. It coils. It listens.The bond hums low and watchful, aware of my intent even if I refuse to name it aloud.That is the cruelty of it.If I tell her, she will follow.If she follows, the Moonborn will be seen.And if she is seen, the
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