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And at their head was Lady Lyselle Vane.

She gestured to a girl standing placidly by the pool: Elara's friend, Pip. But Pip's eyes were no longer his own. They were mirrors.

The plague known as the Grey Rot had come seven years ago, leaving behind a harvest of orphans. They called them the "Ashpetals"—children with hollow cheeks and ancient eyes, named for the way they scattered at the first sign of city guards. Lily Service -Full Version- -Tyviania-

Over the next three months, Elara became the ghost of the Conservatory. She learned its rhythms: when the Sisters slept (never all at once), when the mercury pool was guarded (always), and when Lady Vane visited her private study (midnight, always alone). She also discovered a hidden ledger in the greenhouse—the —listing every child taken, every Harvester, every transaction. It was evidence enough to bring down the entire operation.

And then the alarms blared.

Here is the full version of the story covering the Lily Service in the world of Tyviania, as requested. Part One: The Sorrow of the Stone City In the lower warrens of Tyviania’s capital, Veriditas, sunlight was a rumor. The great sky-bridges and crystalline spires of the upper city drank the dawn, casting the under-tieres into a perpetual blue twilight. Here, in the damp alleys of the Soiled Rose District, the children played a different game. Not chase or hide-and-seek, but survival.

"Every garden has its rot. Tend yours well." And at their head was Lady Lyselle Vane

"I'm not you," she said.

"...the Lily Service," said the first, kicking a loose stone. "They say the Lady of the upper tier takes them in. Clothes. Food. A bed." They were mirrors

Elara looked at the dagger. She looked at the woman who had murdered dozens of children. And she threw the dagger into the dead mercury pool.