(Magi’s Pov)Magi climbed the narrow spiral of the Mage Tower slowly, one hand resting against the stone wall as she ascended. The tower was old, older than most of the written histories, its steps worn shallow by centuries of careful feet. The air grew thinner the higher she went, not colder exactly, but charged, as though the tower itself listened. She had called the mages and Aurora away from the celebrations as they had a task to perform.She carried the stone wrapped in a simple cloth.Even concealed, it pulsed faintly, a steady warmth against her palm, patient and watchful.At the top, the chamber doors stood open.Fintan sat at the small round table near the window, pouring tea with deliberate care. Amara leaned back in her chair, eyes half-lidded in thought. Aurora stood near the balcony, gazing out across the Wolf Nation lands, sunlight catching in her hair.“You’re late,” Fintan said mildly.Magi smiled faintly. “Time has been strange since Wildbourne.”Aurora turned as Magi
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