ElmaThe night stretched toward its deepest hours, and I watched my children's considerable effort continue with mounting worry, their silver light now flickering unsteadily despite their evident determination to maintain whatever connection they'd established across this remarkable, unprecedented work."Quinn, you need to rest," I said finally, unable to suppress the maternal alarm building as exhaustion visibly overwhelmed her earlier confidence. "Whatever you're attempting, it's costing you considerably more than any previous demonstration.""I can't stop yet," she said, strain evident in every word. "Mama, there are still families struggling. If I release this connection now, some of them might lose whatever stability we've helped establish.""Then let me help," I said, moving toward the platform despite Damien's immediate, protective objection."Elma, you don't share their triad bond," Ondine cautioned. "I don't know if your own power can genu
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