Chapter 192

*Elora*

I dreamed of mirrors.

Not the kind that reflected—but the kind that showed things you were never meant to see.

In the dream, Slo stood barefoot in the infirmary hall. The walls were cracked, the sconces flickering, and every step she took echoed like it was beneath the earth. She reached out to a tall mirror leaning against the wall—dusty, old, the kind I remembered from the Academy’s arch