Chapter 11 Shadows Stirring

• Morning broke slowly over Erelith, its pale golden light crawling reluctantly across rooftops that had seen centuries rise and crumble. But within the walls of the Memory Spire, light brought no peace—only questions.
• Lena sat on the floor of the sanctuary chamber, a small pool of light at her feet from the high window above. The air smelled faintly of ash and parchment. Her body ached from the ritual, but it was her mind that bore the true weight.
• She hadn’t just seen memories in the night—she had lived them. Generations of emotions and fragments of other lives pressed against her thoughts like distant thunder.