LYRAThe castle was unusually quiet.Not the peaceful kind of quiet that settled over Stormclaw before sunrise, when the halls still held the warmth of dying fires and the servants had yet to begin their day. This silence felt different. Heavy. As though the walls themselves were holding their breath.My eyes opened before dawn.For a moment, I lay still, listening.Beside me, Ares slept soundly, one arm resting across the space I’d occupied only moments before. Beyond the tall windows, the moon hung low over the mountains, bathing the kingdom in silver light. Everything looked exactly as it should.So why did my chest feel so tight?I pressed a hand against my heart, trying to slow its frantic rhythm.It wasn’t a nightmare that had woken me. I couldn’t even remember dreaming. Yet an uneasy feeling clung to me, refusing to loosen its grip no matter how many deep breaths I took.Something was wrong.I had learned not to ignore that feeling.The first time one of the twins had shifted,
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