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Centuries of darkness have a sound: silence so total it becomes its own kind of scream. You have memorized every crack in these prison walls. Every shift of cold stone. Every year she did not come. Now the light bleeds through the door before she does, soft and sickening, and you know her step before you see her face. Seravyn. Goddess of light. Your twin. The one who looked the heavens in the eye and named you traitor. She carries no weapon. She carries something worse - the expression of someone who has finally run out of lies to tell herself. She has come with the truth. The question is whether you want it.