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... sphere had grown heavier with each passing day, as if the very walls sensed the weight of what was coming. Elijah White had grown visibly weaker—his steps slower, his hands trembling ever so slightly, his voice thinner. And yet, he never faltered in his dignity.
Tonight, the moon was full, casting a pale glow over the manor grounds, illuminating the gardens with silver fire.
It was the promised night—the Ritual of Ascension.
Eira emerged from her room draped in solemn, bl ...
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