Chapter 20 The Archivist's Legacy
- The winds of Erelith had changed.
- Where once silence ruled, now voices rose freely—some joyful, some grieving, all honest. The memory fires had burned away the falsehoods. What remained was imperfect, raw, and real.
- Lena stood at the edge of the Spire’s highest tower, her fingers curled around the stone. Below, the city pulsed with life. Lanterns bobbed in the streets like stars caught on earth, each one carrying a name, a truth, a forgotten moment that had found its way home.