The Voice Between Names

“She must speak it. Even if it kills her.”

AMARENTHE’S POV

The shard burned when I touched it.

Not heat — memory.

It pulsed like a second heartbeat in my palm, whispering syllables too old for language and too deep for breath. I didn’t recognize them. But something in me did.

The first proph...

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