The Azure Nocturne was first heard on a night when the sea refused to rest. The wind carried no song, only the low, resonant hum from beneath the black water — a sound that stilled the gulls and set the torches to gutter.
When she arrived at the gathering, every step was measured, every turn of her head deliberate. The collar upon her throat burned with a cold light, its beads glistening like the eyes of deep-sea things that never surface.
It was no mere adornment. Legends claimed it had been drawn from the wreck of a ship lost in a moonless storm, its crew vanished, its captain found on the shore days later — smiling, eyes open, lungs full of seawater.
As the last note of her song hung in the air, the tide began to rise… and the doors of the hall would not open.
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