Chapter 64: The Cave of TruthThe cave was deeper than Elena expected.The darkness pressed against her eyes, thick and warm, smelling of earth and moss and something else. Something familiar. Lavender. The same perfume her mother had worn when Elena was a child. The same scent that lingered in the diary, in the letters, in the memory of every hug she had ever received."A few more steps," Isabella's voice said. "There's a lantern. To your left."Elena's hand touched cold metal. A glass chimney. A wick. She fumbled for a lighter, found one, struck the flint.Flame.The cave bloomed into soft light.Isabella sat on a blanket spread over the stone floor. She was older than Elena remembered. Her hair was gray, not the salt-and-pepper of the woman at the waterfall, but white. White as snow. Her face was lined. Her hands were knotted with arthritis.But her eyes.Her eyes were the same."Hello, my darling," Isabella said.Elena couldn't speak.Couldn't move.Couldn't breathe."Sit," Isabel
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