ZoeyThe bell’s toll faded, but it lingered in my chest like the aftershock of thunder. I kept my palm pressed to the spiral in the wall until its pulse steadied again. A soft hum, almost a reassurance: you’re still here, still in, still breathing.Kaia coaxed me into another sip of her mint-and-courage tea. Milo sprawled on the rug, whistling tunelessly. Jarek, silent and immovable, stood at the door like the world had carved him out of granite for that purpose alone.But the walls already felt restless. Nytherra itself seemed to be leaning closer, listening. Waiting.It didn’t take long.The door sigil glowed, and Alexander’s voice rumbled through: “Prepare her.”My heart slammed once. Prepare me for what?Milo bounced to his feet. “Field trip, round two.”“Not a dungeon,” Kaia murmured, slipping her hand under my elbow. “Better.”“Define better,” I muttered, but no one did.Guards gathered outside, their presence heavy as storm clouds. No chains, no ropes. Just an unspoken truth—r
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