Two hundred years after Selene's death, no one remembered her name.The monastery was gone collapsed decades ago, its stones scattered by time and reclaimed by forest. The library had burned in a fire whose cause no one investigated; by then, there was no one left who cared enough to preserve what remained. The Verdant Archive existed only in footnotes to obscure academic papers, mentioned briefly as a failed experiment in cooperative documentation from the early Digital Age.Even the forest where Selene had died was different now. Climate shifts had transformed the ecosystem entirely new species, different weather patterns, a landscape that would have been unrecognizable to anyone from her era. The trees that had grown from her dissolved body were themselves dead and decomposed, their matter scattered through soil and taken up by successive generations of growth.Nothing remained of Selene Thorne not monuments, not institutions, not even memory.And yet.In a settlement that had no n
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