“Tanya…” The voice echoed again, softer this time, like it was afraid she might disappear if spoken too loudly. Tanya couldn’t breathe. Her feet moved before her mind agreed to anything. Behind her, Kael’s presence tightened, alert, controlled, ready but even he didn’t stop her this time. “Tanya, wait,” he said slowly but she was already walking, running, almost. Deeper into the sanctuary the walls shifted as she moved, the ancient glow pulsing like a heartbeat responding only to her. “Tanya!” The voice was closer now, real not memory and not an illusion. Her chest cracked open with something between terror and hope two emotions she had never known could coexist so violently. She turned the final corner and froze. The chamber was smaller than the others. Hidden. Protected. And in its center a woman. Thin. Frail. Alive. Tanya’s breath broke. “No…” she whispered, stepping forward. The woman lifted her head slowly. Silver hair dulled with time, not death. Eyes that carrie
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