Mia’s POVI was falling.Not through air.Not through darkness.Through memories.Fragments of shattered light spun around me like broken mirrors, each reflecting a different moment from the battlefield I had just witnessed.The Shadow Clan standing between terrified villagers and an army wearing silver.Luna reaching for the Shadow King’s hand.The First Grand Commander raising his sword.“The Heart must belong to the Order.”“No…”I reached toward the floating memories, but they dissolved the instant my fingertips brushed them.The world twisted.Everything stopped.Silence settled around me once more.When my feet finally touched solid ground, I stumbled forward.The darkness was gone.Instead, I stood inside what looked like an ancient temple.Moonlight poured through a ceiling that had no roof.Hundreds of towering pillars circled the enormous chamber, each carved with wolves, moons, and unfamiliar symbols that seemed to move whenever I looked away.At the center rested a perfect
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