The first hint of sunrise cast a pale glow over the battlements of Dawnspire, washing the stone towers in hues of pink and gold. To anyone watching from afar, it would seem a day of promise, of renewal. Yet within the fortress walls, unease rippled like a silent storm waiting to break.Serenya Vale stood on the high balcony, cloak drawn tight against the cool air. Below, soldiers prepared for the morning march—sharpening blades, securing saddles, whispering prayers. She should have felt strength at the sight of their loyalty, but instead, dread clung to her like a shadow.Something was wrong. She could feel it in her bones.Kaelen Draven joined her, his steps measured, his dark eyes scanning the horizon. “You’ve barely slept,” he murmured.“Neither have you,” she replied, without looking at him.He leaned against the stone railing, his voice quieter. “The Duke moves too swiftly. His men were spotted in the northern pass two nights ago. Yet, somehow, they’ve vanished from our scouts’ e
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