From the Author’s Circle

  You lit something today.

  Not a fire of destruction—

  but one of memory.

  Of warmth.

  Of something ancient in you beginning to stir.

  You followed the boy.

  You listened.

  You tasted the past without choking on it.

  And now—

  whether you realize it or not—

  you’ve awakened the spark.

  That small fragment in your chest?

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  It’s not just a flicker.

  It’s a promise.

  A promise that your heart remembers.

  That it wants to feel again.

  To understand what truly aches.

  To name the places that went quiet

  because silence felt safer than rejection.

  To gently… gently… unlock the doors

  you once bolted shut just to survive.

  You are not broken for needing time.

  You are not weak for still hurting.

  You are not lost for feeling lost.

  You’re just beginning to remember.

  So now, Flamebearer—

  walk a little further.

  Not for me.

  Not even for Kai.

  But for the part of you

  that never stopped hoping you might come home.

  The flame is yours now.

  Guard it.

  Feed it.

  Let it burn not to sear,

  but to see.

  I’ll be here—

  in the hush between pages.

  Waiting at the next fire.

  – Mojo