The garden was quiet when Lena found the body.
She had been walking at dawn, her feet following the familiar path through the flowers, her mind drifting through the quiet peace that had settled over Haven. The Unraveling was gone. The Choir was silent. The Wellspring was calm. She had allowed herself to believe, for the first time in years, that the fighting might finally be over.
Then she saw the figure lying among the roses.
She ran. Her heart pounded as she knelt beside the body, her hands reaching for a pulse that wasn't there. The figure was a woman, young, her face peaceful in death, her hands folded over her chest. There was no wound. No sign of struggle. She had simply stopped.
Lena recognized her. She was one of the Awakened, a woman named Sera who had embraced the Wellspring'
