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The Burned Map

The smell of smoke haunted Kaer Nyx again.

Not the thick, acrid stench of battle.

But the sharp, ancient scent of burned prophecy—ink scorched into silence; secrets turned to ash.

Elara knew the scent too well.

Because it led to the room she’d sealed herself from.

Because it whispered: You are n...