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... e the sky held its breath.
Leon stood on the south wall, watching the procession draw nearer. Nine coffins, carried on black palanquins by figures cloaked in silence. No drumbeat. No chant. Just the crunch of frost beneath deliberate steps.
Kellen joined him, gaze fixed. "You’re certain that crest was yours?"
Leon didn’t answer immediately. His eyes were locked on the lead coffin’s wrappings. The silver thread didn’t lie.
"Yes."
Eliane stepped beside them, ...
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