Dawn arrived without urgency. It was slow, deliberate, filtering through the city in soft amber light. The streets lay quiet, not empty, but holding a measured rhythm. The buildings bore marks of repair and memory. Windows glinted where they had been replaced. Walls once scorched now showed fresh stone or carefully patched wood. Life moved quietly forward. Mira stood at the balcony of the mansion, shoulders steady, gaze sweeping across the city she had fought to preserve. The fire had come and gone, but the echoes of what it had demanded remained.Alder joined her silently, the bond between them pulsing faintly in the air. Not commanding. Not needing to speak. Just presence. It was enough. Kade and Alder moved within her, steadying, strengthening. Their combined energy reminded her that resilience was not passive. It was active, persistent, quiet. It did not scream for recognition. It simply endured.Below, workers moved along streets, repairing, rebuilding, reconstructing. Children r
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