The dawn light filtered through the thin curtains of Elara’s small cabin, painting the wooden walls in pale gold. She had not slept. How could she? The weight of her decision pressed down on her like the mountains themselves, heavy and unyielding.She sat on the edge of her narrow bed, fingers tracing the worn leather cover of her mother’s journal. The book was her most precious possession—pages filled with Selene’s elegant script, detailing herbs, rituals, and cryptic notes about bloodlines that Elara had never fully understood. “Silver runs deep,” one entry read. “But silver bends before it breaks.” Elara wondered if her mother had known this day would come.A soft knock sounded at the door. Mira slipped inside without waiting for an answer, carrying a tray with steaming tea and fresh bread. Her dark curls were tied back, eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep or tears—probably both.“Breakfast,” Mira announced, setting the tray down with forced brightness. “You need your strength if yo
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