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The Dragon's Triad

Prince Vorilan Voss speaks your name aloud in the glade at high sun—and the ancient oaks shudder, because the forest's old magic does not distinguish between invitation and claim. Behind you, Sylvie has gone very still, her breath caught like a bell mid-ring; Azulon hasn't moved, but the shadows around his hands have deepened to something close to a threat. Sundown is coming fast, and the binding is already in motion—answer Vorilan's claim before the last light dies, or watch the forest seal him out forever, and decide whether three centuries of hard-won silence is worth more than one more heartbeat in this glade.