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Chapter 18 – Her Words Before the End
The tavern's fire cracked as Mira sat across from Isaac, the worn journal resting between them. The leather was faded, the spine frayed, but the small golden sun pressed into the cover was unmistakable.
His mother's sigil.
Isaac's hand hovered over the book like it might burn him. Maybe it would.
Mira's eye