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The camp quiets down, the glow from the Triskelion Stone gradually diminishing as Amara and Susan turn to each other. Faces set in a mask of grimness, their silence is high-volume messaging to each other. I catch Serafine watching them, curiosity and suspicion flitting across her features like fireflies across a summer lawn. Secrets let loose by the triplets hang heavy in the air like an expectation that more truths are going to unravel at any moment. Finally, Susan clears her throat; her voice is low, tentative. "There's something I need to tell you, Serafine," she begins, her eyes drifting toward Amara before returning to her daughter. "Something about Lucian. and our past." Amara steps forward, her jaw set tight. "It is time we told you the truth," she says, her voice marked with