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CHAPTER 15: My Mother's Garden

Author: Zerath
last update publish date: 2026-03-20 17:13:32

The storm hits when we're halfway there.

Rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking through my jacket within minutes. Thunder cracks overhead, so loud it vibrates in my chest. Maya grabs my arm when I slip on a muddy root, keeps me upright.

"Almost there." Her voice is barely audible over the rain. "Just keep moving."

I keep moving.

Damian leads the group, eyes scanning constantly despite the weather. Warriors fan out on either side. Caden stays toward the back, silent, watching. G
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Zerath
Thank you for this honest feedback. You're absolutely right—it's a fair point. I think the honest answer is that they weren't thinking clearly. They were exhausted, grieving, overwhelmed, and running on adrenaline after everything that happened at the trial and the attack. In the chaos of Lucas's assault and Elena's escape, securing the evidence fell through the cracks. They trusted Greta just enough because she was an old healer who had been part of Silvermoon for years, and they didn't fully grasp how deep Elena's network went. That said, you're not wrong—it was a mistake. A costly one. And sometimes characters make mistakes, even when it seems obvious to the reader. That's part of what makes them human. I appreciate you pointing it out—it helps me think more carefully about logic in future chapters. Thank you for reading so closely. ...️
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Marcilla Pace
Why didn't they secure the evidence, surely they knew not to trust Greta around it, knowing they didn't trust Greta anyhow. It doesn't fit logic.
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