Three years of silence. That is what Kestra bought with her broken tower and the lives of her apprentices. In a quiet farming village where no one knows her name, she teaches children their letters, tends her garden, and drowns her nightmares in cheap wine shared with locals who mistake her gruff humor for mere crankiness. The war that destroyed everything feels like someone else's tragedy now—distant, sealed away beneath years of careful exile.
But peace is a luxury war never permits.
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