The invitation arrived just before sunrise.
There was no royal seal.
No servant delivered it.
Kaelira found the folded parchment resting on the windowsill of her chamber, as though the wind itself had carried it there.
Only one sentence was written across the page.
If you wish to know who erased your life… come alone.
No signature.
Only a small symbol pressed into the wax.
An ink quill crossed over a broken crown.
Kaelira recognized it immediately.
It belonged to the Royal Historian.
She hesitated only a moment before slipping quietly out of her chamber.
If someone finally had answers…
She was willing to risk the questions.
The palace library was still dark when Kaelira arrived.
Thousands of ancient books lined the towering shelves, their leather bindings carrying the scent
