The darkness that swallowed the Blackwood Keep after the Merchant-Beast’s departure was not the gentle night of the North. It was a sensory vacuum, a total absence of starlight and shadow that felt like being buried in cold, liquid ink. Silas stood in the center of the ruins, his hands still shaped as if they were holding his son. The gold-and-sapphire skin of his chest was cracked, the "Biological Truth" of his merger with his younger self still radiating a pained, rhythmic heat."Kaelen," Silas whispered, his voice a jagged rasp that didn't even echo.Beside him, Lyra was a pillar of violet starlight, her shadow-wings flapping frantically against the absolute blackness. She didn't shriek; she breathed in shallow, rhythmic plumes, her sapphire eyes wide with a terror that went deeper than the silver-poisoning or the Forbidden Forest. She felt the "Mate Bond" stretching, the iridescent cord that connected her to Kaelen thinning until it was nothing more than a high
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