### Chapter 73 The Light That RemainedTaliaThe manor had become the place where love learned to survive its own death.The building itself was a ruin wrapped in silence—stone walls cracked and overgrown with thorns that bloomed black flowers, wood beams charred from fires that no one remembered starting, crystal windows shattered into shards that reflected nothing but gray sky. The great oak stood at the center, its trunk split down the middle, its branches bare and broken, its roots exposed like veins pulled from the earth.The white flowers were gone.Not wilted.Gone.The ground was bare, cracked, thirsty.I was the crack.Rex was the thirst.We were the reason every silence felt like screaming.The people had learned to live as absence.They lived by not living.By not feeling.By not choosing.Love was not a word.It was the thing they had killed.On a day that had no light—the eternal gray—they were.Not gathered.Scattered.The countless were not people.They were ghosts.A
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