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Trust becoming prison. My han‌d‌s wer⁠e shaking s⁠o bad I co​uld barely turn pa‌g‌es. I’ve found the w‌ay.⁠ Ancient magic. Soul preservation across lifet‍imes. I will die but I w‌ill not en‍d. I wil‌l r⁠eturn. Aga‍in and again. The words​ blur‌red. Un‍til the per‌fect vessel is born.

Thank you," she said, though she was not entirely sure what she was thanking them for. The Keeper smiled, their features settling briefly into those of an elderly woman with kind eyes. "Trust your heart, child. It remembers what your mind does not." As they made their way back up the staircase, Lydia's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything the Keeper had said. Soul-bound mates? Memories of the soul? None of it made sense, and yet...something about it felt true, like a word on the tip of her tongue that she could not quite recall.

And then came a soft voice, not originating from anyone's mouth, but echoing from Sua's subconscious. "A true healer does not separate one life from another. You chose with your soul, not your ego. Remember this, Sua Linjin: whoever touches life must be willing to be touched by death." Sua turned to Rai, who was still leaning against her shoulder. The man was looking at her with a gaze full of admiration. He realized that the girl standing before him was a truly remarkable woman. She looked down for a moment, then gently slipped the Xiangyu bark into the inner pocket of her robe.

"So what, you can’t just put it back if that happens?" She shakes her head and clicks her tongue at me like I’m a dumbass. "It doesn’t work like that, Lucas. Once her soul’s gone, there’s no bringing her back. If it wanders too long, she’ll turn into a vengeful spirit, and I promise you that’s not something you wanna deal with."

“No monument. No curses spat over her grave. No songs. Just… an ending.” The Moon slid out from behind a thin cloud, casting the wall in silver. *It is done,* the Goddess said. “Will you… take her?” Luna asked. A pause. *I will hold what she lets Me hold,* the Moon replied. *The rest will scatter. Not all souls stay whole. That is their choice, too.* Luna exhaled. Watched it plume white in the cool air. Down below, the pack began to truly wake. Voices rose.

“I’ll grow up brave. I promise.” There wasn’t a single dry eye left in the pack as everyone shed tears. The High Priestess returned to the counter, clutching her staff. “As the Moon sets, so too do the souls of the departed rise into her arms. Let this remembrance be a vow that they will not be forgotten.” She turned, nodding toward some guards. They began lighting the perimeter candles, one by one, until the entire circle glowed in a soft golden light. Silence fell over the gathering as the flames danced in the darkening evening.

This from Liam. I turn to him, putting my hand on his cheek, waiting for him to look at me. “My feelings for Ailduin are no different than my feelings for Clint. The Guardian spirit does not reincarnate with the human, Liam. It reincarnates as a wolf spirit but not with the feelings of the previous wolf. While I have the memories of Jinelle and Lily, and their wolves, it does not change my feelings for you. You are my mate, and that will not change until we die.”

He looked at the man I'd stabbed through the leg. I snorted. "I've got both of you where I want you. You have nothing of value to offer me." I turned my back on him as I made my way to Kiema's Circle. Each body I found had no pulse But something was keeping them here. Keeping their souls locked away. I should have been able to ferry them to the next life. The man who's bellowing was waking the entire planet shrieked one last time. His shuddering arms trying to pump life back into the limp body of Kiema.

"I would help you out on the shore, protect you, and use Lethe's Brew to search every place you went in each life, but the details would depend on that person and his wishes." "Also, to call back a soul in this world, you need the thing the soul loved most when alive. Did you bring it?" Amelia held the bamboo pole, standing tall like a pine tree, as if the evil spirits around her couldn't affect her at all: "Brought it." "Then take it out, tie a red string on it, and throw one end of the string into the river." Keeper of Lethe's words echoed in the empty fog, making it all feel like a dream.

"That’s impossible. You died thousands of years ago!" "Death is a flexible concept for those who understand how to bind the soul to matter," Alaric answered casually, as if discussing the weather. "I sacrificed thousands of souls to maintain my consciousness, waiting for the right moment. And that moment is now, when the last of my line, with the purest blood, has become the Guardian, and the ley line has been purged of bothersome parasites."