Farcastles

FARCASTLES: CHAPTER TWELVE – THE TREMOR BENEATH

The memory still clung to Ern like smoke.

He staggered back from the basin, the final whisper still ringing in his bones. The chamber shuddered—not from memory, but from pressure, as if the truths they had unearthed had cracked something deeper.

The basin’s surface rippled. Hairline fractures webbed across the black glass beneath their feet.

“It’s shifting,” Myrr said, voice tight. “This place won’t hold.”

Sarra didn’t hesitate. “We move. Now.”

The stairway behind them trembled underfoot. Runes along the walls flickered and dimmed like dying stars. Ern took one last look at the basin—at the vision still burning behind his eyes—and followed the others upward into a world already beginning to tear.

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