Vespera landed soundlessly on the marble floor of the Celestial Dome — a place no unauthorized soul had stepped in seventy years. Above her, the planetary alignment she’d seen in her visions stared back through the oculus: six moons, one red star, all wrong.

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He tilted his head. “Tonight’s gathering isn’t for heroes. It’s for the ones who decide whether heroes are remembered — or erased.”

The skylight didn’t break. It dissolved around her, molecule by molecule, as if the glass had decided it would rather not exist than keep her out.

“Good. I came to uninvite them.”

“You’re not on the guest list,” said a voice older than the floor.

Behind her, the skylight re-formed, sealing her inside. No alarms. No escape. Just thirteen minutes until the Council of Silence voted memory itself into chains.

Thirteen minutes. That was all she’d ever asked for.