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Chapter 76: The Weight Of An Open Door
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CHAPTER 76 — The Weight of an Open Door

The valley did not return to normal.

It remembered.

Where the Successor Frame had stood, the air felt thicker, not with pressure, but with possibility. The gate remained — steady, luminous, unmistakably finished — yet no longer demanded attention. It simply existed, like a bridge that trusted someone would eventually cross it.

Auren stood before it long after the others had sat down or leaned against stone markers, exhaustion finally catching up with them.

Permanent.

The word echoed again, heavier now that it had survived scrutiny.

Silas broke the silence first, lying flat on his back and staring at the sky. “So. We’re not being replaced. That’s good.”

Eira snorted weakly. “We’re just being multiplied.”

Corren lowered himself onto a rock, elbows on knees. “Which is worse.”

Lyra hadn’t spoken at all. She stood at the edge of the valley, gaze distant, fingers brushing invisible paths.

Auren felt it — the subtle outward pull of the Shared Sigil, no
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