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Kael raised his hands. Not in defense. In offering. He had spent his life shaping stone, but he had spent his life being something else: a boy who held his mother's hand when the fever took her, who buried his dog beneath the apple tree, who carved the names of the dead into the altar not because stone remembers—but because he remembered.

Malgidini reached out and placed her palm against his chest. malgidini

And the elders, who had once feared the word, finally understood: Kael raised his hands