CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Chapter Twenty Five: Truth of the Ancients The chamber was buried deep beneath the roots of Silver Hollow, a place untouched by sunlight or time. Carvings shimmered across the stone walls like moonlight on rippling water, and the air carried the weight of secrets long kept from mortal tongues. Aurora stood at the threshold, fingers brushing the ancient runes etched into the archway. Beside her, Seraphiel’s presence was quiet but steady. “This is the Sanctum of Echoes,” Seraphiel whispered. “Built by the First Moonwitch to preserve our greatest truth.” Aurora stepped inside. The moment her boots touched the marble floor, the torches flared to life—not with fire, but with pale silver flame. A soft hum filled the chamber, as though the walls themselves were singing. In the center, a ped
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