The three of them met in the old underground library.
Lian.
Yazan.
Kenan.
Behind a shelf, hidden beneath dust and time, they found a metal door.
Below it — stairs descending into darkness.
On the walls were photographs of Norval.
But each one was slightly different.
A tower missing.
A street shifted.
A broken section of wall.
Kenan spoke quietly:
"Each version is built after the burning.
But something changed this time."
Lian looked at him.
"What?"
"You."
Silence filled the space.
"In every other version… you die before discovering the truth."
Her pulse pounded.
"And in this one?"
He held her gaze.
"You're still alive."