SYLVIAI sat cross-legged on the clean sheets of my bed, the door to my chamber barred from the inside. The sun had dipped below the eastern peaks, leaving the high room bathed in cool, fading twilight.Outside, the wind howled through the mountain pines, but inside, the air was still.I rested my wrists on my knees, took a long breath, and closed my eyes.I pushed my mind inward, seeking the quiet centre behind my ribcage. The sleep came fast, pulling my awareness down into the familiar, endless void.The white space opened around me.There were no marble pillars, no blood stains, no divine messengers in silver robes. Just the vast, milky sea of light stretching in every direction. The aches in my body were gone, but the dark spot deep in my blood remained, a tiny, cold ink stain floating in the centre of my spirit.A shadow fell across the white expanse ahead.A tall figure stepped through the light. He wore the simple embroidered robes of the old royal court, his long silver hair t
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