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It was not a beast of claw or fang. The Nalvas had no body that could be caged, no shadow that could be pinned to the ground. Instead, it was a presence —a living, breathing ache that took the shape of whatever you had lost most deeply.

Not a goodbye.

“You never said goodbye,” he said. His voice was exactly as she remembered—not accusatory, just curious. nalvas

One such traveler was Elara, a stone-cutter from the low villages. She had lost her twin brother, Kael, to a rockslide seven winters past. She had never wept for him. Not once. Instead, she carved his face into every headstone she made for strangers, burying his name in other people’s grief. It was not a beast of claw or fang