Talia and Lucian left the castle without ceremony.No proclamations. No farewell feasts. They simply stepped away from the seats they had carried for so long and chose something gentler in their place.They made their home in one of the larger cottages tucked into the heart of Graves Pack Township—the very settlement founded generations ago, when a young, red-haired Flame Wolf, heavy with child and fierce with purpose, had rescued her people from persecution. She had gathered the weak, the infirm, the elderly—those the world had deemed expendable—and led them through danger into the lush valleys of the Obsidian Ridge landscape.She had given them a home.Now that home flourished.The town breathed with life—bustling paths by day, lantern-lit quiet by night. Shops and gathering halls stood alongside hidden alcoves and secluded cottages, half-buried within a magical forest that seemed to protect its own. It was a place where laughter traveled easily, and silence felt safe.It was here th
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