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The pool was not just mercury. It was a —a delicate lattice of alchemical fluids and illusion-weave that stabilized the children's soul-extraction. The static fuse did not explode. It scrambled . The mercury hissed, turned black, and erupted in a silent, blinding pulse of feedback.

Elara reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, crude object: a , made from broken light-panel components and a stolen battery. She had built it for emergencies. This was the emergency.

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The plague known as the Grey Rot had come seven years ago, leaving behind a harvest of orphans. They called them the "Ashpetals"—children with hollow cheeks and ancient eyes, named for the way they scattered at the first sign of city guards.

Lady Vane laughed. "What will you do, gutter child? Drown yourself?" The pool was not just mercury

Not their alarms. Lady Vane's.

And then the alarms blared.

The children flocked to them. Elara saw her friend, a boy named Pip, take the vial. He drank. His eyes widened with bliss. Then he smiled, took a Sister's hand, and walked to the carriage.

Over the next three months, Elara became the ghost of the Conservatory. She learned its rhythms: when the Sisters slept (never all at once), when the mercury pool was guarded (always), and when Lady Vane visited her private study (midnight, always alone). She also discovered a hidden ledger in the greenhouse—the —listing every child taken, every Harvester, every transaction. It was evidence enough to bring down the entire operation. It scrambled