The tunnel curved sharply left, vanishing into total darkness beyond her lantern’s reach. Somewhere beyond, she swore she heard movement. A soft scuff. A whispered exhale.
“Solace…?” she murmured. Her voice cracked from disuse.
No reply.
Only silence.
But she didn’t stop. She pressed on, alone and unshaken, her figure a fragile dot of gold swallowed in the yawning black.
Because whether he knew it or not, her brother’s war wasn’t just his anymore.
It was theirs.
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