The eastern wing of the fortress was quieter than the rest, the corridors narrower and the torches spaced farther apart. Lyra walked with Mira's hand in hers, the child's small feet padding softly against the stone floor. Kael walked on her other side, his golden eyes scanning the shadows with the watchful alertness of a wolf guarding its den.Elara's chambers were at the end of the hall, behind a heavy oak door carved with the same wolves running through a forest that Lyra had seen before. Kael pushed it open and stepped aside, allowing Lyra and Mira to enter first.The room was warm, lit by a fire that crackled in the hearth. Elara was in her usual chair, her frost-colored eyes sharp as they settled on the child."Ah," she said, a hint of approval in her voice. "A guest. And a young one at that."Mira pressed closer to Lyra's side, her small fingers tightening around Lyra's hand. Lyra knelt down beside the child and spoke in a quiet, gentle voice. "This is Elara. She is Kael's mothe
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