Lilith reaches Northfall before we do.
We don’t see her.
We feel her.
The shift happens just before midnight.
Not a tremor.
Not a pulse.
A silence.
The northern tug that’s been faint but persistent for two days suddenly vanishes.
Completely.
The absence hits like a void.
Morgan is the first to speak.
“She found it.”
My blood runs cold.
“Found what?”
“The origin fracture.”
Northfall was never just a ley rupture.
It was a design flaw.
A forced recombination before discipline.
And whatever remains beneath that northern territory…
Lilith just touched it.
The baby reacts immediately.
Not violently.
Not in fear.
In recognition.
The silver current inside me shifts direction.
Not north.
Inward.
Deep.
The sensation is strange.
Like something ancient waking under skin.
