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Chapter 43: The Grand Convergence Stirs
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CHAPTER 43 — The Grand Convergence Stirs

The deeper they traveled into the Corridor of Echoes, the more the air tightened around them. Not metaphorically—literally. The walls pulsed inward, then outward, like a giant creature breathing shallowly. Light followed their footsteps, blooming beneath each stride as if the corridor itself recognized Alexander’s presence.

Aramis led them into a chamber shaped like a vast, hollowed sphere of polished obsidian. Runes spiraled over every surface—thousands, maybe millions, all glowing faintly, like constellations trapped beneath molten glass.

Seraphina inhaled. “We’re close. I can feel the ley-thread vibrations. The Convergence is awakening.”

Rowan raised a brow. “Awakening? Places shouldn’t wake up.”

“They shouldn’t,” she agreed. “And yet—everything today seems eager to rewrite its own rules.”

Alexander stepped forward. The moment he crossed the threshold into the center of the sphere, the runes flared with blinding brilliance. A hum filled the
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