Bound by Moonlight and Magic
The Hollow had changed.
But not everything within it had caught up.
Beneath the lush regrowth, beneath the Sigil Tree’s glistening canopy and the songs of awakening, something still stirred. Something older than story. Older even than the Author.
It moved beneath the roots, quiet and patient. It didn’t care that the story had changed. It didn’t care that fate had been rewritten.
Because it remembered the first mark.
The first word.
The first lie.
And it was not finished.
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Liora stirred in Kael’s arms, her skin dappled with moonlight, her breath warm against his chest. She hadn’t really slept—not the way mortals did—but the calm was as close as she’d ever known. Her dreams had been… shapeless. Soft. She dreamt of music and laughter, of ink evaporatin
