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Epilogue

Levan

It’s been three days since my father died, three days since I became kingpin, and three days since I learned what Silver truly is.

A Timeweaver.

One minute in that closet she was relatively calm, steady, with no wand in her hand. A split second later, she was weak, breathless, sobbing, with my father’s—or really, my mother’s—wand in her palm alongside her own.

Did she think it would escape me, what she had done? I remember enough of my mother’s lost art to spot those tiny inconsistencies, to recognize when the fabric of reality shifts from one moment to the next.

The truth is all too clear. The first time she made her decision, she chose to betray me. In another timeline, I died at her hand.

Saffron Killoran unmade my world.

And now I will unmake her.