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CHAPTER B 49

작가: ANNA COLLINS
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The snow thinned as we rode south.

What began as frost and stillness soon gave way to red clay earth, then dry wind and sun-cracked stone. The transition from Elarion's chill to Valden's burn was not merely physical. It was elemental.

The first gate tested memory.

The second would test endurance.

Seris said she dreamed of flame trees that bled sand, and skies that whispered names into her bones. Dahlia worked feverishly with her maps, trying to match the stars of the desert to the shifting sigils above the Hollow. She muttered phrases in old tongues, drawing arcane alignments in the dust as if decoding something older than language.

And Rafael, ever alert, rode closer to me now than ever before.

"This time," he said, "I walk through the Gate with you."

I didn’t argue. This gate would not be mine alone to face.

The Desert of the Forgotten

We reached the outskirts of Valden after seven days of heat, stone, and shadow.

The desert was a graveyard of broken monuments half-buried statues wi
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