Celeste’s POV “Wait,” the witch murmured. Everyone turned toward her instantly. “What is it?” Lucian asked immediately, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension already choking the room. The witch didn’t answer at first. Instead, she began sorting through the samples faster, again her fingers moving with growing urgency as she separated ash, dried residue, and fragments of contaminated cloth, as though something hidden was beginning to reveal itself only now under closer inspection. “This…. is wrong.” She whispered. My stomach tightened, as I dragged my feet closer to her. “Michael stepped closer, narrowing his eyes. “Explain.” The witch doctor’s voice dropped lower, almost unsettled now. “There’s a secondary trace.” Adrien, who had been standing slightly apart from the group, finally looked up. “What do you mean secondary?” She lifted a small fragment of cloth, darker than the rest, its edges burnt as if exposed to a different kind of heat, a different kin
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