Engraved Legacy

The room held its breath, suspended in sunlight and quiet anticipation.

Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, catching dust in slow, drifting patterns, as if time itself had decided to linger. Something unspoken settled gently between them—not heavy, not urgent, but waiting.

Bianca’s fingers rested lightly on the table as she looked at Lyra, memory softening her gaze—and then she spoke.

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