Chapter Forty-Seven: The Chamber of Light

The stone door opened without a sound.

No hinges. No groan. Only a rush of wind that smelled like starlight and honeyed oak.

Lucien went first, sword drawn, every muscle taut. Isabelle followed, her fingertips brushing the glowing sigils along the wall—not Ogham, but knotwork, etched in sweeping c...

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