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In the wind-washed west of Éire, where rain carries the memory of forgotten gods, Eithne grows into her sixteenth winter torn between two worlds. The new faith tightens its grip on her kin, yet the old ways still murmur to her in river-song and raven-cry. Her aunt demands silence; her uncle offers gentle refuge. But Eithne's soul has already been claimed by something older, something bright. When Imbolc returns, a strange dream pulls her to the battered cliffs of her homeland. There she encounters Bríg, the goddess of fire, healing, and the first trembling breath of spring-radiant as dawnlight, sorrowful as a world fading from memory. Bríg speaks to the part of Eithne that has never forgotten her ancestors' songs, awakening a gift that stirs like a spark in dry tinder. Sent to the mist-wrapped isle of Inishmaine, Eithne discovers that the boundary between mortal and divine is not a wall but a veil-thin, trembling, and eager to tear. Ancient powers gather around her, recognizing her as a bridge between belief and forgetting. The old gods are not gone; they are waiting for someone who can still hear them. As visions deepen and the air around her begins to shimmer with unseen flame, Eithne must choose whether to quiet her gift forever...or become the voice of a world slipping into shadow. For the land remembers. The gods remember. And Eithne is the spark that may yet rekindle them.