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9 : Disguised Hope

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-28 20:00:07

Grey

The journey north continued in suffocating silence. Not because Grey preferred silence. Because every attempt at conversation ended almost immediately.

Marcus had tried. Repeatedly.

"Are you hungry?"

A nod.

"Too cold?"

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    Healer Cora. An old name. Older than Grey himself, she was the kingdom's most secluded elder. A woman few had seen in years. Yet his mother had trusted her above everyone else.When Grey was still a child, he vaguely remembered hearing conversations between them. Always about Ronas. Always about the Everlasting Tree. Always spoken behind closed doors.If anyone knew why Maya's flowers withered...It would be Cora.Perhaps… Perhaps defects could be cured.Perhaps something blocked her power.Perhaps—Hope was dangerous so Grey stopped himself.Still.

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