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Chapter 120
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BRIDIE POV"Then let us teach him. Not exile. Not containment. An actual chance, the same chance five other frightened children have already been given at the Weaving House."I said it into the hall's uneasy silence, stepping forward across the damp flagstones to stand directly beside Torvin.The braziers hissed against the draught, throwing long, trembling shadows of the council elders up against the damp timber walls. Torvin shrank closer to my hip, but he didn't pull away, his small chest hitching with shallow, hitching breaths as he stared at the floor."And if he burns something else while learning," the hostile council member pressed, leaning heavily over the scarred table, his knuckles white against the dark grain. "Who answers for that damage.""I will," Freya said, stepping out from the shadows of the doorway, her voice steadier now than I'd yet heard her. She held her chin high, the trembling gone from her hands, replaced by the stubborn, ferocious courage that only a mother
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CORMAC POV "The council's moved the vote up. Tonight, not in three days. Word's spread that outsiders arrived defending him, and half the valley's decided that proves he's dangerous enough to need immediate removal."Ottilie delivered the news grimly, finding us at Freya's modest home as evening settled over the scorched valley.The wind from the bogs had picked up, howling through the cracks in the rough timber walls, carrying the bitter chill of early frost. Outside the small window, the yellow glow of dozens of hand-held torches wound like an angry, jagged serpent along the muddy path from the lower village toward the council hall. The air inside the cottage turned brittle as glass."That's not fair," Bridie said, rising instantly from the low stool, her voice tight with indignation. "We haven't defended anything yet. We've barely had a single day to actually understand what's happening.""Fair has very little currency left in this valley," Ottilie said, pulling her heavy mantle t
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"Turn back. This territory has no use for Accord interference, however politely you dress up the offer."The guard at Kelmarsh's border spoke before we'd even fully dismounted, spear angled low but unmistakably ready.The mud along the causeway was grey, thick, and rancid with the reek of stagnant bog-iron and sour marsh-grass. A low mist clung to the stagnant water, wrapping the twisted birch roots like damp winding-sheets. The guard’s knuckles were scarred and red with cold, his boiled leather breastplate stiff from decades of eastern humidity, the point of his iron spear aimed with unwavering intent directly at my chest."We're not here to interfere," I said carefully, resting one gloved hand flat on my saddle horn, keeping my weight settled back so the beast wouldn't lurch. "We heard about a boy whose gift is causing real damage, and real fear. We've helped families in similar situations before.""You've never seen a situation like this one," the guard said. "Whatever gentle stori
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CORMAC POV "Turn back. This territory has no use for Accord interference, however politely you dress up the offer."The guard at Kelmarsh's border spoke before we'd even fully dismounted, spear angled low but unmistakably ready.The mud along the eastern frontier was thick and grey, smelling of stagnant water, sour peat, and sulfur. Low, gnarled willow trees hung heavy with rot-damp moss, their twisted roots half-submerged in the brackish pools flanking the narrow causeway. The border crossing was little more than a barricade of sharpened stakes and blackened timber, manned by three men clad in boiled leather that had seen decades of harsh damp. The wind off the marshes bit deep through our cloaks, carrying a faint, acrid smell of burnt cedar that had nothing to do with domestic hearths."We're not here to interfere," I said carefully, keeping my hands resting visible on the pommel of my saddle as my mount shifted beneath me. "We heard about a boy whose gift is causing real damage, a
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BRIDIE POV"Whatever this current is, it isn't gentle. Read that section again, Cormac, because I don't think I misunderstood it the first time."I passed the letter across the table, watching his expression shift as he reached the same passage that had stopped me cold.The study in the Weaving House was quiet around us, save for the soft rustle of parchment and the steady, low crackle of the hearth fire. Dawn was just beginning to bleach the eastern sky to a pale, misty grey outside the tall glass transoms, but inside, the easy warmth of yesterday’s celebration had evaporated entirely."The boy's touch scorches wood without flame," he read aloud, his brow furrowing as his voice dropped into that grim, measured register he used when assessing a skirmish line. "Three barns lost in as many months. The village blames him openly, and his family fears for his life.""That's not a frightened community misunderstanding a gentle gift," Isla said, leaning over Cormac's shoulder, studying the l
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CORMAC POV "Two hundred and ninety chapters, and I find myself thinking about a burned banner outside my own family's gate, and how impossibly far that frightened morning feels from this exact evening."I said it to Bridie, both of us settled on the Weaving House's newly finished porch, the last of the ceremony's crowd finally dispersing into the gathering dusk.The scent of curing pine, crushed mint along the flagstone paths, and the clean autumn wind settled around us. Out in the courtyard, the last wagons were rolling quietly toward the guest cottages, their lanterns swinging in small, rhythmic arcs of amber. Inside the hall behind us, the great hearth had been banked for the night with thick logs of sweet apple-wood, casting a low, crimson glow through the leaded glass. There were no sentries standing rigid on the battlements, no dread-cloaked riders waiting at the tree line, and no ancient hunger whispering through the cracks in the world. Just the steady, peaceful respiration o
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