Tyla’s POV
There comes a day when I do not feel the Veil at all.
Not dulled.
Not distant.
Absent.
The realization doesn’t arrive with fear. It slips in quietly, between breaths, as I stand in the kitchen watching water heat over a flame that burns too low and sputters in protest. I wait for the familiar hum to settle in my bones.
It doesn’t.
For a long moment, I simply stood there, hands resting on the counter, listening inwardly for something that has been part of me for so long I stopped noticing it had weight.
Nothing answers.
I am not afraid.
I am… curious.
I didn't tell Arthur at first.
I go about the day as if nothing has changed, testing the absence the way you test a sore tooth with your tongue. I walk the streets. I pass arguments and laughter and mistakes unfolding wi
