Haden.It was nearly dawn when we returned.The forest surrounding the Den sat still, too still, like it had overheard everything and decided to hold its breath. Mist clung to the ground, curling around tree trunks and scattering like ghosts as Curt eased the truck through the gates. The scent of dew-covered moss drifted in through the cracked windows, but it did nothing to settle the weight sitting low in my chest.Curt parked outside the main compound. The engine died with a soft tick, and silence bled into the cab.Neither of us moved.I stared straight ahead, hands still on my thighs, eyes locked on nothing.Beside me, Curt shifted in his seat, then said quietly, “You think it’s the Elders?”I didn’t answer at first.Because I had thought it.Not our Elders. Not the ones sitting in the war room back at the Valley, worrying about border lines and treaty revisions.But somewhere, in some corner of this fractured world, there were Elders old enough to remember what real bloo
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