Chapter 78
Months had passed like water through one's fingers.
The seasons turned, the Backrooms settled under Dax's rule, and somewhere in the world above, the calendar had finally turned to a new year. For the Godfall family, it was no ordinary celebration.
It was a day of remembrance.
The streets of the Godfall manor had transformed. Lanterns hung from every archway, their soft glow warm against the winter chill. Long tables groaned under the weight of roasted meats, sweet pastries, steaming bread, and bottles of wine. Children darted between the legs of adults, laughter trailing behind them like colorful ribbons.
It was not a sad occasion. Grief here was not worn as a burden. It was shared — broken bread, poured wine, stories offered to the sky where the dead might still hear.
