C47 The Map Rekindled

It was Dorian who first laid the new map across the meeting hall table.

Evening light filtered through the timber beams above, dust motes catching the amber glow. The table was scarred and old, rescued from Calthera’s ruins, but solid once more beneath steady hands.

Evelyne leaned forward, Lucien at her side. Isolde crossed her arms near the hearth, her eyes sharp