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They left the ravine at dawn, following a narrow trail that Kael believed might lead them toward the ruins of an old temple, one of the few places he suspected another fragment might have survived the centuries. The path wound upward through rocky hills, the air growing thinner and cooler as they climbed, and by midafternoon, exhaustion had settled heavy into Elara's limbs, though she said nothing of it, unwilling to slow their progress.They stopped to rest beside a small spring bubbling up from between grey stones, and Elara knelt to drink, cupping the cold water in her hands. As the water touched her lips, something shifted behind her eyes, sudden and overwhelming, the world around her dissolving into gold.She was standing in the room again. The golden room, with its high windows and crackling fire, except this time the memory did not fracture into fragments, did not blur at the edges the way it always had before. It arrived whole, complete, undeniable.She

The sun had shifted further across the fractured ceiling by the time Elara felt strong enough to stand on her own again. Kael's hand stayed at the small of her back anyway, steady and warm, as if he did not trust the ruined stone floor to hold her weight, or perhaps did not trust himself to let go.She did not ask him to move it. The sanctum was cold in the shadows and warm in the light, and she found herself drifting toward whichever patch of sun he guided her into, without meaning to, without deciding to. It felt like something her body remembered even when her mind did not."There's more here," Kael said quietly, looking past her shoulder.Elara turned. Behind the broken altar, half buried under centuries of fallen stone, something pale caught the light. She stepped closer before she could think better of it, and Kael let her go, though she felt his eyes on her the whole way.It was a wall. Not rubble, a wall, still standing where the roof above it had

They did not speak again until they were back within the walls of the hidden manor Kael had kept for centuries, tucked into a fold of forest the crown had never mapped correctly. The fire had already been lit when they arrived, though neither of them had lit it, and Elara had stopped asking how such things happened around Kael a long time ago.She sat on the edge of the hearth rug, knees drawn to her chest, watching the flames instead of him, because looking at him felt like too much just then."You should say it," she said finally. "Whatever you've been holding back since the temple. I can feel you holding it."Kael did not sit. He stood near the window instead, arms crossed, the firelight carving his face into something older than his years, something tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep."There isn't a version of this where you still respect me afterward," he said."Let me decide that."He was quiet for a long moment. When he

The guard did not draw a weapon. He simply stood in the middle of the road, uniform crisp and untouched by the panic rippling through the village around him, and watched Elara with an attention that had nothing of ordinary duty in it."Crown's men don't usually stand still in the middle of a riot," Kael murmured, angling himself slightly in front of her without seeming to move at all."He's not looking at the riot," Elara said. "He's looking at me."The guard's gaze shifted, briefly, to the empty air above her head where her number hovered, then back to her face, and something in his expression flickered, not quite fear, not quite recognition. Then, without a word, he turned and walked back the way he had come, disappearing into the crowd as smoothly as he had emerged from it."That was not a man," Kael said quietly. "Or if it was, once, it isn't entirely one now.""A servant of the Keeper's.""I'd wager on it." His jaw was tight. "Which mea

Morning found them still on the stairs, Kael's head resting against Elara's shoulder, the weapon he had dropped lying forgotten on the floor below them. Neither of them had slept. Neither of them had wanted to move, as if standing up might break whatever fragile thing had settled between them in the dark.It was the light through the tall windows that finally forced them apart, pale and gray, sliding across the floor like something patient and unhurried.Elara looked up first. Above her head, the number had not changed.One day.But something else had changed. She felt it before she understood it, a low hum beneath her skin, the same feeling she'd had beside the spring when the golden room had opened whole and unbroken for the first time. She pressed a hand to her chest."Kael."He lifted his head, already reading her face before she said another word. "What is it?""I think I know where we need to go.""Elara, you have less th