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But the trick of a mask is this: you only notice it when it slips.

Maybe you are water in the blood,” she whispered.

Cipher looked up from the pup, brow arched. “Don’t start,” he said, tone dry but edged. She rolled her eyes in return — her only weapon —

“We don’t move until we know who tried to kill us,” he said flatly. “I’m not playing their games while we’re still ghosts.”

But the pup slipped in before the seal shut.

Not the dainty, soft-eyed puppy she had imagined. Not the delicate, wing-feathered little companion she had already picked out a name for i

Sometimes I think Luma will never stop chasing the thing she cannot hold.

But she knew that wasn’t enough. A dog wasn’t an heir. A bear-child wasn’t a legacy. No, the truth was harder, sharper: they needed blood

She smiled, weary but certain. “When has it ever been? And yet… here we are.”

All in the ninety days he and Luma were… gone.

I hovered at the edge, watching them. They were only two, maybe three years old, already shaping the air around them like it was second natu

But what most don’t know is this: they never left.

You know what they’ll say,” Cipher mutters, his voice edged with fatigue. “That we were selfish. That the mines were no place for experiment

The Catalyst’s Flame is not a faction of comfort or quiet. It exists to disrupt, to ignite, and to force transformation. Zarapha broke away

If you ask the Spiral who burns brightest, the answer is always the same: the Dreamers.