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Chapter 89: The Keeper of the Well

Author: Yanny Starz
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-06 15:20:46

In the silence in the Ashen Wastes, it was different now. It was no longer the hungry silence of a place trying to forget, but the quiet of a grave after a long-awaited burial and the air felt still. Settled. The phantom soldiers were gone, their pain finally given a home in the story of the land.

Liora felt hollowed out. Anchoring the memory of Kael’s sacrifice had been like carving out a piece of her own soul and burying it in the ground. She leaned heavily against Ashiel, who held her up, his own face a landscape of grief and relief. The terrible, jagged edge of his brother’s death was still there, but it was no longer a bleeding wound. It was a scar. It would always ache, but it was part of him now. A story he could carry without it breaking him.

The others approached the edge of the crater slowly, their footsteps quiet in the ash. They looked at the simple, dark obelisk. It wasn't grand, but it felt right. It was the truth.

"The echoes are gone," Finn whispered, as if speaking to
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