The symbol appeared at the clock tower at sunrise.
Marcus had been standing vigil, watching the city wake up. The threads of connection were steady, strong, pulsing with a warm golden light. Everything was as it should be. Everything was at peace.
But the symbol changed everything.
It was different from the others. Smaller. More delicate. It pulsed with a light that was soft, gentle, like the first light of dawn. And beneath it, written in a language that shouldn't exist, were words he could somehow read.
THE HEALING IS COMPLETE. THE CONNECTION IS STRONG. BUT THE HEALING HAS REVEALED SOMETHING. SOMETHING THAT WAS ALWAYS THERE. SOMETHING THAT WAS WAITING TO BE FOUND.
Marcus touched the symbol. It was warm, alive, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat.
"Anna," he said into h
