For three years, Elara had spoken only in prayers. Her voice was a relic, her body a temple. But tonight, the temple was empty. The goddess had withdrawn Her light—not as punishment, but as an answer.
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“I am afraid,” she admitted. “Not of sin. Of being ordinary.” For three years, Elara had spoken only in prayers
For the first time, Elara reached out not to heal, but to hold. Her fingers laced with Kaelen’s—warm, calloused, human. For three years
“You came,” she whispered.