Moments later, Lumira's Room, Duskbane Estate. Rina's POV The clock in the hall downstairs chimed a deep, resonant two o'clock in the morning. The sound was a heavy, dull blow against the silence. The rain had long since given up its desperate siege, softening into a cool, persistent mist that kissed the tall windows. Inside the grand, high-ceilinged room, the candles were dead, leaving the space illuminated only by the faint, angry orange glow of the dying embers in the hearth. I lay beneath the heavy, purple velvet covers, the ancient Duskbane crest pressing faintly against my skin. The resurrected body held a strange, unnatural heat, but the oppressive weight of the bedding was a comfort, and a tangible anchor in this world that felt increasingly ephemeral. I listened to the soft, rhythmic breathing beside me. Seraphina slept like a blessed thing, a cherub tucked into a
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