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Her life altered on a morning when the east watch reported a disturbance beyond the River Marr—an old canal now clogged with reeds and rumor. The scouts brought back a fragment of armor: a greave patterned with a spiral of runes and dried blood crusted along its seam. The runes matched nothing in the council’s archives; they matched everything in a child’s whisper. The council argued loudly, fingers stabbing air. The Queen wanted to bury the matter; the Temple wanted to bless the fragment and burn it; the Captain of the Guard wanted to parade it for morale. In the end, they sent Eira—because maps, the Captain said, sometimes read destinies.