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Previously

…Emil stared at the empty space where the woman had stood. “I think we just met the final piece’s guardian.” “Or its warning,” Dr. Voss said grimly. “Eliza, we have three days. Use them wisely.” As the sun rose fully over the town, the group dispersed, each carrying the weight of the unknown. Eliza walked home alone, the prism hidden in her pocket, the note burning in her mind. The next full moon was twenty-seven nights away. And somewhere, in the dark beneath the theatre, a resonance core was waiting to be found—or to trap them forever.