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Chapter 134

Author: Emerald Reginald
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 18:43:56

Where the Roots Grow Wild

Selena's POV

Long before the sun climbed the orchard ridge, Selena was awake. She hadn't slept , not truly , not since the vault fell and they burned the brine barrels that sealed Calor's hounds in a grave older than any crown. Now she crouched at the trench's edge, where the frost had crusted the churned mud into a spined lattice that cracked beneath her boots when she shifted her weight.

The orchard was quiet in a way that scraped the inside of her skull raw. Quiet like a breath held too long. Like a promise she'd made when she slit Calor's throat under the chapel vault and let his blood seep into the roots that drank secrets better than any priest ever could.

She dragged her blade through the snow, carving a ragged line where the brine barrels had once stood guard. The cut exposed black roots knotted in the frost-hardened soil , tiny filaments that twitched when the cold wind blew across them.

"You're hungry," she whispered. The hush swallowed her wo
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