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And sometimes, on quiet nights, when the wind carried that distant lullaby from the mountains, Elara would press the cracked pebble to her ear—and hear, very faintly, Kael humming their mother’s song.

The Nalvas smiled—Kael’s smile, but older, wiser, as if he had lived the seven years she had denied him. “That’s the answer,” it said. “That’s the toll.” nalvas

The thing that wore her brother’s face stepped closer. “Then what will you carve instead?” And sometimes, on quiet nights, when the wind

“The shape of the space you left,” she said. “Not as a wound. As a door.” on quiet nights

“You never said goodbye,” he said. His voice was exactly as she remembered—not accusatory, just curious.

And then the mist unraveled.