Moonlit Secrets
Myra whispered instructions, and the child nodded, squaring her shoulders with pride far older than her years.
“Light the page,” Myra said softly. “So memory endures.”
The girl touched her taper to the everflame. Blue-white fire leapt up, catching instantly, and she carried it carefully to the altar. With a breath held tight in her chest, she touched the flame to the page.
Fire traced the margin in a clean, bright line, leaving no scorch, no ash—only a shimmer that sank into the parchment. At its bottom, a glyph bloomed: crescent and flame, the mark of Flameheart, sealed for all time.
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