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At sixteen, she was sent to the capital, Verid Lux, to serve as a font —a living magical battery—for the Royal Collegium of Arcanists. She was assigned to Master Kellus, a gaunt man with spectacles and a kind, tired face. He wore a high-collared robe of midnight blue, stitched with silver threads that mapped constellations. Elara stood before him in his tower study, naked as a peeled apple, shivering despite the hearth.
“You unbound the knot,” the dryad whispered. “One woman, alone, unclothed, without a man’s gaze to twist it. The Tithe was a lie. The naked body is not a conduit for male magic. It is a key to the world’s own heart.” cmnf fantasy
For a moment, nothing happened.