The song did not stop.It grew louder.Hundreds of voices carried across the harbor, rising and falling in the same ancient melody that had haunted the palace since Queen Elyria appeared through the Moonroad.I stood beside Ronan at the western window, staring at the sea.For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant for the impossible to become real.The Moonroad stretched across the water like a bridge carved from moonlight.Beyond it, the drowned city shimmered beneath the waves.And now people were walking toward us.Not spirits.Not shadows.People.Men, women, and children dressed in silver robes moved slowly across the glowing path, carrying crescent-shaped banners and lanterns that burned with pale blue fire.There were so many of them that the Moonroad seemed to disappear beneath their feet.Lucien stood beside me, his expression unusual
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