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Chapter four

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Roads That Remember

They walked the road like people stepping back into a room that had once been warm. Rain tapped their shoulders. Mud slapped their boots. Elara kept Mira tight against her chest and let the child rest her head on her shoulder, breathing small and angry like a bird.

Her heart knocked against her ribs with every step. The path back toward Blackmoor knew them. It kept their old footprints in memory—the quick, secret ones the night she left, the heavy, public ones after the brea
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