Chapter 240: Epilogue

*Kaelen*

The house didn’t smell like haze anymore.

It smelled of herbs from the garden Elora had planted, of bread baking in the lower hearths, of wet stone after a night of rain. If I closed my eyes, I could almost forget that once the walls of this Aethel-Bulwark had trembled with screams, that blood had run through its corridors, that we had all but begged the world to hold together one last ti