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The first missing page could have been carelessness.The second could not. Serena noticed it in the family archive, where the Silver Moon records were kept behind a lock Magnus had used for twenty years. A slim volume on the old sealing rites was thinner than it had been after the twins were born. Two pages had been taken out close to the spine. The next day a map of the hidden temples was gone from its sleeve.The archive sat off the inner hall, cool even in good weather, with a smell of dust and old glue. Serena had gone in for a passage Magnus had quoted after the raid, the line about a barrier and a key. She found the passage. She also found the gap beside it, a neat absence that did not look like time.She asked the archive keeper. He looked frightened and said he had seen nothing.He had kept the room for longer than she had been home. His hands shook when he showed her the lock and the register. No name for the night the pages went. No broken hasp. Serena sent him out with wor

Serena stood in the nursery and knew the difference between a raid and a theft.The beds were still made. A cup of water sat on the side table, barely disturbed. The window latch was closed from the inside. Down the hall the guards breathed like men put to sleep, not broken. There were no boot marks worth following across the rugs. The raid had left blood on tiles and a captain pointing at a door. This room had been arranged to look like sleep interrupted by nothing more than a dropped toy. Serena still held Elara’s wooden fox. The painted eyes were the most honest thing in the space. Everything else had been left tidy on purpose.Whoever took Alexander and Elara had walked the house as if the house had invited them.A latch turned by a known hand. A stillroom cloth on the corridor floor. Guards breathing, their horns unused. The new watches on Magnus’s map had been drawn for roads and visitors. They had not been drawn for a person the children would not have screamed at.Luna’s v

The trail should have frayed by the river cut.It did not fade so much as change. Scent stopped behaving like scent. The ground held a cold shine in the leaf litter, pale and wrong under ordinary moonlight. Serena shifted back and crouched beside it, Luna still loud in her blood.Water moved hard through the cut, loud enough to cover ordinary pursuit. A trail left for a mother should have broken here, washed into the current, turned into guesswork. This one lay on the near bank in a thin pale film, as if frost had learned to cling to dead leaves in the wrong season. Serena put two fingers above it and did not touch. The air over the shine was colder than the river.“This is not running,” she said. “This is opening a door and walking through it.”Ashbourne wolves bunched on the slope behind her and waited. The polite path from the nursery had been insult enough. This was worse. A door meant the takers had not fled in fear of her title. They had used a road that did not care about title

The passage opened into a city under the hill.Not a camp. A kingdom turned inward. Bridges of black stone crossed chasms that had no bottom the eye could trust. Cold fire burned in iron cages along every span and every stair, throwing a pale light that made faces look carved rather than living. Doors marked with the same crescent and star stood in rows like a second forest of stone. Water moved somewhere far below, a slow and hidden river that kept the air damp and mineral. People in pale robes stopped when they saw Serena’s light and lowered their eyes as if a story had walked in wearing a body. No one called out. No one reached for a weapon in the open. The hush that followed her was the hush of a place that had practiced waiting for this particular arrival and still did not know whether to kneel or to run.The leader did not stay. He left her in a vault of childhood records and said the twins were farther in, which was bait and also likely true. His courtesy remained intact as