Elara woke up before the sun had fully risen, the early morning light slipping gently through the curtains and casting pale gold streaks across her room. For a moment, she just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint sounds of movement downstairs. The mansion never truly slept, but today it felt different. There was a buzz underneath everything, a quiet urgency. Then she remembered. Today. She sat up immediately. Her eyes drifted to the bedside table where the glass jar of seashells sat, each one carefully cleaned and arranged. For a second, she just stared at it. Then she reached for it, holding it gently against her chest like it was fragile, like it might change its mind and decide not to go. She climbed out of bed, still in her pajamas, and padded quietly into the hallway. Jaxon’s door was slightly open. She knocked softly before slipping inside. He was curled slightly under the blanket, one arm tucked beneath his pillow. He always slept stiffly, like h
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