After the vow, Lilith left the Archive by the river.
The door did not close behind her.
It simply faded until even she could not see it.
But she felt it: a pulse under her ribs,
a quiet tether pulling her forward.
The winter had been long.
So long she had learned the shape of her own breath in the frost.
The pipes had split. The air had bitten.
She had been str…
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