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Among them was a girl of twelve named Elara. She was small for her age, with a shock of white hair (a benign remnant of the Rot) and a talent for vanishing into shadows. She survived by picking pockets, but her true gift was listening. And what she heard, one frozen evening, was a whisper that would change her world.
But Lady Lyselle Vane was no fool.
The plague known as the Grey Rot had come seven years ago, leaving behind a harvest of orphans. They called them the "Ashpetals"—children with hollow cheeks and ancient eyes, named for the way they scattered at the first sign of city guards.
"...the Lily Service," said the first, kicking a loose stone. "They say the Lady of the upper tier takes them in. Clothes. Food. A bed." Lily Service -Full Version- -Tyviania-
The ventilation shaft began to fill with a sweet, cloying gas. Elara's vision swam. Below, she heard Kaelen cry out—then silence.
That night, Elara watched from a rooftop as a carriage of black lacquer, emblazoned with a silver lily, rolled through the district. Two Sisters in gray habits stepped out, their faces hidden behind porcelain masks painted with serene, closed eyes. They moved with silent purpose, handing out warm bread and small vials of golden liquid—"Tears of Veriditas," they called it. A cure for the creeping cough that plagued the under-tier.
The second laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "A bed, yes. And then a box. You know what happens to those Ashpetals. They go in pretty. They come out... not." Among them was a girl of twelve named Elara
The pool was not just mercury. It was a —a delicate lattice of alchemical fluids and illusion-weave that stabilized the children's soul-extraction. The static fuse did not explode. It scrambled . The mercury hissed, turned black, and erupted in a silent, blinding pulse of feedback.
"You've destroyed years of work," she said softly. "Do you know what they'll do to me? The Harvesters have long memories."
Elara pressed herself into a drainpipe, heart hammering. The Lily Service. She had heard the name before, spoken in hushed tones by older orphans who had since disappeared. A charity, they said. A noblewoman named Lyselle Vane who collected the forgotten children of the Rot and gave them a new life. And what she heard, one frozen evening, was
She was not a warrior. She was a gutter child with quick hands and a quieter step. But she had something the Harvesters lacked: the loyalty of the Ashpetals still hiding in the dark.
Lady Vane laughed. "What will you do, gutter child? Drown yourself?"
