Moonblade Compound, Saturday.
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The packhouse was still sleeping when Vivienn Khan sat bolt upright in bed. Not waking, but launching into it as if her body already knew. Every nerve was thrumming, every drop of blood whispering in a voice older than she was. The magic in her veins rioted. This wasn’t the usual ripple she sometimes felt when a Seer’s vision brushed past her mind. This was a tear. A violent rupture through the threads of the world, ripping open a place that had been hidden far too long. Somewhere out there, someone had burned so bright with power it felt like it had scorched her chest. Vivienn swung her legs out of bed, reaching for the maps on her desk, hands shaking as she began to cast. Salt lines. Chalk circles. Ash and blood. The air in her bedroom churned like a liv
