Where the Orchard Breathes LastSelena's POV The frost came back with teeth sharper than any blade she'd ever held. Selena felt it biting through her boots as she stood at the far edge of the orchard trench, the brine pit steaming like an open wound at her feet. The wind was so cold it turned the breath in her throat to knives, but she welcomed it , the orchard wanted her raw, bone-deep, skin peeled to the hush that breathed between the roots. Dawn was just a bruise at the horizon, a smear of pale violet behind the broken chapel spire. Wolves moved through the orchard in pairs, brine hoops lashed over their shoulders, oil casks dripping black lines that traced old scars in the snow. Cassius limped past her at the trench lip, spear butt crunching into the frost. "They're still crawling," he rasped, voice frayed. The hush swallowed the rattle in his chest. "Thorell's last bastards, huddled in the thorn brake like they think the orchard will forget them." Selena's mouth cracked int
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