The hall fell into stunned silence.
"That is not possible," I said, staring at the mirror. "Callum died. I watched him die."
"I saw the same face you did," Bren said, his voice unsteady now, all his earlier confidence stripped away entirely. "I swear to you, nephew, I have looked into this mirror a dozen times over the years and never once seen his face until tonight."
"Convenient timing," Elder Mira said, though even her suspicion sounded shaken.
"I have no reason to lie about this," Bren said. "If anything, this discovery costs me more than it costs any of you."
Elara stepped closer to the mirror carefully, studying the frozen reflection of Callum standing beside a much younger Bren at the ritual altar.
"How old were you in this image," she asked quietly.
Bren considered the quest
