Jessie's POV I looked down at the box in my hands. As Beatrice's words sank in, as the true weight of understanding settled into my bones, I felt something shift.The box grew warm."Beatrice," I whispered. "It's... it's doing something."The symbols on the box began to glow, that same silver light as the crystal. But this time, the light was steady, certain, as if recognizing something in me it hadn't before.Understanding. True, deep understanding of what was at stake.The first lock clicked open.I gasped as the light intensified, and suddenly a voice filled the library. My mother's voice, preserved somehow in the magic of the box."Well done, my darling girl. You understand now what this fight truly means. What the cost of failure would be. Knowledge is not just facts and figures, but comprehension of consequences, of connections, of the greater story we are all part of."Tears dropped down my face at hearing her voice, so clear, so real, like she was standing right beside me."B
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