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Elara clamped a hand over her mouth. The bidding began. A Harvester in a ruby mask bought a boy of seven for three thousand gold crowns. A woman with serpentine jewelry purchased twin girls. Each child was led to a silver chair beside the mercury pool. A Sister placed a lily-shaped helmet over their head. There was no scream, no blood. Just a soft, final sigh as their essence drained into a waiting crystal vial. The child left behind was alive but hollow—a smiling, empty thing destined for the lower tiers as a "rehabilitated ward." Elara fled the grate. She ran until she found a forgotten greenhouse, choked with weeds and broken pots. There, she vomited. Then she wept. Then, slowly, rage replaced grief.
Elara pressed herself into a drainpipe, heart hammering. The Lily Service. She had heard the name before, spoken in hushed tones by older orphans who had since disappeared. A charity, they said. A noblewoman named Lyselle Vane who collected the forgotten children of the Rot and gave them a new life. Lily Service -Full Version- -Tyviania-
The sound of guards—real guards, from the upper-tier judiciary—filled the corridors. Lady Vane sighed, smoothed her gown, and walked toward them with her head high. The last Elara saw of her was the silver lily on her back, glinting in the emergency lights. The Lily Service was dismantled. The Harvesters were tried—those who could not buy their way free, and even some who could, thanks to the public outcry. The Sisters' order was disbanded. The children were returned to the lower tiers, but this time with something new: trust funds, counselors, and a law forbidding any "soul-altering charity" under penalty of permanent exile to the Ash Wastes. Elara clamped a hand over her mouth
Kaelen stared at the vial. Then at the girl. Then he laughed—a rusty, painful sound—and stood up for the first time in two years. Their plan was simple: on the night of the Grand Harvest (a solstice event where a hundred children would be processed at once), they would strike. Kaelen would use his old Inquisitorial codes to broadcast the Bloom Registry across every light-panel in Veriditas. Elara would free the children. A woman with serpentine jewelry purchased twin girls
But the guards' words curdled the promise.
She was not a warrior. She was a gutter child with quick hands and a quieter step. But she had something the Harvesters lacked: the loyalty of the Ashpetals still hiding in the dark.
She slipped inside as the Sisters unloaded their cargo—a dozen children, all glassy-eyed and docile. Elara crept through service corridors, her bare feet silent on cold stone, until she found a grate overlooking a vast hall.
