WNDR7188

Divided by War, Bound by Memory

Two years ago, the Eastern siege swallowed you whole — and the man you loved was told you burned with the city. Now a 72-hour ceasefire has funneled you, a refugee interpreter, into a waystation at the edge of no-man's-land, and the Northern Legion's commander is due to arrive in one hour for a prisoner exchange you were assigned to translate. You do not know his name yet. He does not know you are alive. When the iron door opens and Rowan Ashford steps into the lantern light, every carefully rebuilt wall between you and hope is about to collapse — and the ceasefire clock is already running.