Rome glowed under the morning sun.Warm light hit the ancient stones, making them shine like gold. Crowds moved through the narrow streets, tourists snapping pictures, locals rushing to work, bus drivers shouting into phones. The world was loud, alive, ordinary.And in the middle of all of it, Olivia walked like a ghost reborn.Her daughter held her hand, stepping carefully, eyes wide as she studied everything, the pigeons, the fountains, the street vendors selling leather bags that were definitely fake. The girl still didn’t speak, but she communicated with small gestures. A tilt of her head. A shift of her fingers. A hum so faint only Olivia ever heard it.As they crossed Piazza Navona, Olivia felt the breeze pull at her coat. She breathed it in, fresh, warm, real.The world had forgotten the Bloodbound.No more rituals.No more councils.No more altars, no more chants, no more brides marked for sacrifice.Rome didn’t know her face.Didn’t whisper her name.Didn’t track her like an
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