Their harmonies slithered into dreams first-mournful, hungry, out of tune. By the third night, the entire pack awoke with the same verse lodged in their throats: *"Beneath the salt, above the ash, the Unwoven comes to unmake."* Even Selene's exiled wolves, camped beyond the eastern ridge, were heard
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