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The Weight of Dawn

Author: Ashley Sheeks
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-25 04:25:18

Braxton’s POV

Dawn came slow, reluctant, like even the sun hesitated to rise over this cursed stretch of forest.

The mist hadn’t lifted. It hung thick and low, glowing faintly violet where the first light touched it. Every breath tasted like metal.

Braxton was the first to wake. Years of soldier’s sleep had taught him that even dreams couldn’t be trusted when the air turned strange. He sat up slowly, reaching for the dagger at his belt out of habit, listening.

No birds. No wind. Not even the usual soft rustle of Eastin shifting in his bedroll. Just silence, thick as fog.

Then—something else. A vibration beneath his palm, faint but real, like the earth itself had a heartbeat.

He scanned the camp.

Lira still slept light, one hand on the hilt of her blade. Eastin was sprawled half across his pack, his breathing steady. Mirae sat a little apart, her cloak drawn close. Her eyes were closed, but she didn’t look peaceful. A faint shimmer pulsed beneath her collar — red, like embers under ski
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