ELENA'S POV The oak doors of the Eclipse Citadel closed behind me, shutting out the cold evening wind. I had returned from the Northern border only hours ago, the scent of pine and cold snow still clinging faintly to the collar of my white fur cloak. The capital was quiet, the bustling energy of the reconstruction moving at a steady, peaceful pace. As I stepped into the grand reception hall, the shadows dancing along the stone pillars seemed to lengthen. Standing near the massive stained-glass window at the far end of the room was a figure draped in long, ceremonial robes. My footsteps slowed. Elder Thadeus. Seeing him standing there immediately dragged my mind back to the very beginning of my journey—to the terrified, rejected girl who had first been dragged before the council, drowning beneath the suffocating weight of an ancient heritage she hadn't asked for. Then, he had looked down at me with cold, calculating eyes. Now, as he turned to face me, his weathered face held some
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