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…The watcher’s eyes widened. “That’s Viktor’s voice. He left a message.” Eliza looked at the prism in her hand. It still glowed faintly. They had failed tonight, but they had until the next full moon. And somewhere, the final piece was waiting. “We’re not done yet,” she said. “We’ll find it.” But as dawn broke through the observatory windows, casting long shadows across the floor, Eliza couldn’t shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching them from the dark corners of the room.