At the heart of the labyrinth, he found not a monster, but a throne of bones. And on it sat the ghost of his own dead brother, the sorcerer he had betrayed to seize the crown.
Chandrakanta finally looked at him. Her eyes held the ancient weariness of someone who had already made her choice. “You spent your life burying magic, Father. But you can’t bury what’s in the blood. Tej Singh will come. The tilism will break open. And then, no one will have a choice.” irrfan khan chandrakanta
“You already know,” she said, not looking up. Her voice was calm, like his. “The tilism calls to me, Father. I can feel it beneath the fort. It’s not a labyrinth. It’s a cage. For something they put inside our bloodline.” At the heart of the labyrinth, he found