Chapter 20 Chapter 20: Ash Falling Over Veyra Ground

The Next Morning

The next morning, the kitchen smelled of steeped chamomile and pressed linen—warm, clean, deceptively calm. I stood at the long marble counter, carefully pouring hot water into Elara’s porcelain teapot, watching the pale steam curl upward like a warning I couldn’t read. Beside me, ...

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