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Chapter VII
The Last Seal
The procession ended before a vast circular stone covered in symbols and intersecting lines of light. She recognised them all: the markings from the first chamber, the geometry of the labyrinth, the shape of the ember, fragments from the memories that had passed through her.
Everything had been leading here.
As she approached, the pattern grew clearer—not because she understood its language, but because she recognised its form. The same design lived beneath the stone and beneath her skin.
She raised her hand. The seal answered before she touched it. There was no lock, no hidden door, nothing left to open—only something left to become.
