Nobody slept that night.
We stared at the letter until the fire was nothing but dying embers, the same questions spinning in my head until I thought I’d go mad. Who sends a message like that and doesn’t want anything back? What does the third one even mean, when this whole fight has always been one Seer against another?
It was Mira who finally broke the silence, just as the first gray light crept through the windows. She found the answer we’d all missed, and the room seemed to shift with it.
"The seal," she said, pulling out one of her oldest texts, flipping through brittle pages with a kind of urgency I hadn't seen from her since the ritual clearing. "I recognized it and didn't understand why until just now." She stopped on a page, turned it toward us, and tapped a faded illustration t
