Chapter 63

Three days...

Three whole days of dust-covered books, glowing runes, strange titles written in ancient ink, and Dante’s quiet company beside me. And finally, it’s done.

I stand in front of the tall cabinet he ordered for me—wood polished smooth, the scent of pine lingering faintly. Inside, Isadora’s legacy waits, each book humming with something I can’t explain. Magic. Memory. A warning, maybe.

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