Mirabel’s POVIt began as a nudge, so small that I thought I had imagined it.I was in my room near midnight, sitting up in bed. The pack house was quiet. Somewhere out in the dark, beyond the walls and the orchards, the ward was humming, as it had every night since the roof. A low, warm sound, steady as breath.Then, for one heartbeat, it faltered.It was the faintest thing, like a thread plucked on a harp. I lifted my head and listened. The hum went on, smooth and even.It is only settling, I told myself. Every great spell shifts and sighs in the first weeks.The flutter came again.And then it came a third time, and this time it was not a flutter. It was a push. I felt it in me, a slow pressure, like a finger laid against my chest. Gentle. Patient. Testing.I stood up.The ward lived in me, like a second pulse. And something, somewhere, was pressing on it from the outside.I began to pace. I pressed my palm agains
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