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Chapter Seventy Seven - Unseen

Author: Milos Beckett
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-17 05:28:27

Sylvie's POV

That first night, the freedom I had breathed at the tree line quickly hardened into a brutal, unblinking examination.Every rustle in the underbrush was a predator. Every snap of a frozen branch was a pursuit.

I used the sliver of moon to navigate, my eyes—trained on dusty library maps and moonlit training dummies—straining to read the language of shadows and tree-shapes. When dawn finally eased in1 I found what I was looking for: a low, rocky overhang, curtained by thick frost-brittle ferns. It wasn’t a cave, but it was a break from the wind.

I crawled in, my body trembling with exhaustion and cold. I ate a small, precise portion of journey bread. I did not allow myself to think of the warm kitchen I’d left behind. Instead, I thought of the geometry of survival. Shelter: acquired. Water: a trickle of ice in a nearby rock crevice, melted in my palm by body heat. Security: the knife in my hand, my back to the stone.

For three days, I lived like that. A feral, focused cre
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