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Chapter Forty Eight: Small Storms

Author: Col_ville
last update publish date: 2026-09-14 15:03:46

Two years later.

Wren, at twelve, had grown into her instincts with a confidence that occasionally worried me more than her earlier uncertainty ever had — the particular fearlessness of a child who'd never known her gift to fail her, testing its limits with a boldness that made Fenwick, during her visits, increasingly insistent on tempering confidence with caution.

"You sensed the storm three days early," Fenwick said, during one training session I'd observed from the yard's edge. "That's genui
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