"Read the rest," Elara said, pushing herself upright despite the healer's protest.
I turned the fragile page carefully, scanning the faded ink for anything more.
*I will not write her name here. Some truths are too dangerous even on paper, should this journal ever fall into the wrong hands. I will only say this. She was wronged terribly, generations before my own birth, by the very bloodline sworn to protect her. The binding was never justice. It was cowardice dressed as duty, a way to silence what our family feared it could not control.*
"Cowardice," Elder Mira repeated quietly. "Your grandfather believed his own ancestors imprisoned an innocent woman."
"Not simply imprisoned," I said, reading further. "Listen. He continues here."
*I tried, once, to undo what was done. I failed, and
