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Chapter 46 - The Weight of Many Hands

Chapter 46 — The Weight of Many Hands

The bells rang again at dawn, steady and unadorned, marking time rather than triumph.

Elowen stood at the highest terrace of the citadel, the stone still cool beneath her bare palms. Below, Blackspire unfolded into motion shutters opening, carts creaking forward, voices rising as the city remembered how to live without waiting for catastrophe.

Behind her, Kael watched the horizon.

Elowen stood at the highest terrace of the citadel, the stone still cool beneath her bare palms. Below, Blackspire unfolded into motion shutters opening, carts creaking forward, voices rising as the city remembered how to live without waiting for catastrophe.

Behind her, Kael watched the horizon.

He had not slept.

Not because of fear, but because something inside him refused to settle. The presence from the night before lingered not as a voice, but as an awareness, like a door left ajar in the back of his mind.

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