What StaysTwelve years since the gate. Elara did the annual accounting at the east wall on the first morning of the twelfth year with the specific quality of someone who had been doing this long enough that the accounting itself had become a practice, a ritual, something that happened in the same way in the same place and produced its own specific quality of honest reflection.What stayed — not what was built, but what stayed through all the building. What remained constant while everything else changed.The mate bond. Full frequency, unremarkable, the air rather than the event. The specific quality of twelve years of choosing the same thing so many times that the choice had become the default, and the default was warm and solid and entirely itself.Mira. The bone stylus, the compass, the silver-grey eyes, the complete absence of performance in everything she did. Fifteen now and already someone who had done significant things and would do more significant things and who still asked
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