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Chapter 30: The Gate That Faces Forward

There was no crown.

No throne.

No command.

Only a quiet path through the Grove, under trees that were still learning how to grow.

Abraham and Saral walked it alone.

The others had stayed behind at the circle, where songs were sung, meals shared, stories whispered under lanterns made of old flameglass.

But this path led to a small clearing with no roots, no watchers, and no Ark.

Just a Gate.

Not of metal.

Not of stone.

It was made of light.

Two pillars of woven flame — not burning, just warm — rising from the soil like invitations.

Saral stopped.

Is this it?

Abraham nodded.

The final seal.

She stepped closer.

It doesn't feel like an ending.

It isn't, he said.

It's a choice.

The Gate glowed brighter as they stood before it.

Not demanding entry.

Offering it.

He turned to her.

We don't have to go through.

We've already done enough.

She smiled.

Have we?

He took her hand.

Do you believe the world is ready?

She looked toward the Grove, where children now played, where forgotten saints had begun to teach instead of guard, where even old enemies sat together in silence.

Not all of it, she said.

But some of it is.

And that's how it begins.

The Gate pulsed.

Not waiting.

Welcoming.

What's on the other side? she asked.

I don't know.

That's why it's called faith.

He stepped forward.

Then paused.

Not out of fear.

Out of reverence.

Saral reached into her coat and pulled out a small branch from the reborn Tree — golden leaves still soft, still unfolding.

She planted it at the foot of the Gate.

Even if we go, she said, something stays.

He nodded.

Then together, without ceremony, without title, they stepped through.

Light surrounded them.

Not to carry them away.

To carry them forward.

As they vanished, the leaves above them shimmered.

And a wind moved through the Flame Grove — the kind of wind that wakes seeds before they bloom.

Behind them, the world continued.

The Gate faded.

But the Tree remembered.

And the Flame, no longer owned, no longer feared, kept burning.

Softly.

Eternally.

Like love.

**End of Chapter 30**