“The child is alive.”Kael said it before anyone else dared to breathe.The room smelled of panic. Torn fabric fluttered near the shattered window, and the cold night wind swept across the empty bed where Mira should have been sleeping minutes ago.Elara stood frozen at the center of the chamber, her face stripped of color but not strength. Not yet. Her fingers trembled once, then curled into fists.“Seal the territory,” she ordered, voice low but sharp enough to cut stone. “No one crosses the borders. No one.”Guards scattered instantly.Mara dropped to her knees near the bed, touching the sheets as if they might still hold warmth.“I was gone for less than a minute,” she whispered. “Less than a minute, Elara…”“This is not your failure,” Elara replied, though something fragile moved beneath the calm surface of her voice.Kael stepped toward the window and crouched.No scent of struggle.No blood.No overturned furniture.Whoever had taken Mira knew exactly what they were doing.He r
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