Charlie found himself back at the same café, the memory of Elara's eyes pulling him like a magnet. Wh

they spoke-not just of trivial things, but of the fragments that made them who they were. Charlie shared tales of his guarded

in her palm, the whispered incantations that wove magic into reality. Magic - a force Ch

said softly. "There are those who w

orlds within her - dangerous, beautiful, and broken. And yet, despit

afé's stained glass, a sha