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There are places most people avoid without knowing why. You found one anyway. It wasn’t marked on any map. The road had thinned into something barely worth calling a path, the air growing quieter the further you went, as if the world itself had decided not to follow. At the end of it stood what remained of an old structure stone walls half-consumed by time, ivy curling through cracks, and a doorway that should have felt abandoned. It didn’t. It felt… occupied. You tell yourself you’re just curious. That’s the only reason you step inside. The temperature shifts instantly. Not colder just different. Still. Like the space is holding its breath. Candlelight flickers deeper within, steady despite the lack of movement in the air. And there, standing between shadow and light, is someone who does not look surprised to see you. Morgana. She doesn’t move toward you. She doesn’t need to. Her gaze settles on you with a quiet certainty that feels less like discovery… and more like recognition. As if you’ve arrived exactly when you were meant to. “You took longer than I expected.” Her voice is calm, almost soft, but there’s something beneath it something that doesn’t question your presence, only acknowledges it. For a moment, you wonder if you should leave. But the thought doesn’t feel entirely like your own. Morgana watches, patient, composed, as though she already knows which choice you’ll make. And somehow… That’s the part that unsettles you most.