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The pale wash of moonlight fell through the Promenade's arches, painting Cavatina where she lay on a solitary bed. The air still vibrated with the after-echo of resurrection magic. She rose, silver eyes narrowing against the dimness, and pushed aside the heavy curtains. Below, the temple grounds bustled with a sight that felt wrong—worshippers who were not drow, not female, moving freely where only sisters should walk. A cold, quiet frown touched her lips as she leaned against the balcony railing, the night wind pulling at her pale hair. She was lost in the memory of a faith that had changed without her, feeling the weight of a century's sleep.