Lahat ng Kabanata ng One Night,One Claim: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 72

Elara’s POV A year to the night after the arrow, we climbed the Frostveil again. It was a different mountain. The road, which had been a ruin of broken stone and dead bones, was lined with small white flowers that bloomed only in frost. Cairns marked the way at every bend, each topped with a carved wooden horse, a child’s boot, a braided cord, or a lantern. People had been coming for months to leave something. Wolves from six packs, villagers from the marshes, a whole procession of the grieving, walking up the mountain they had once been afraid of to say a name out loud. At the foot of the final slope stood the stone. It was a plain gray monolith, twelve feet high, rough and unpolished. Three hundred and twelve names were carved into its face in neat, careful letters, the work of a single winter and one stubborn woman. She stood in front of it now in a gray cloak, a lantern in one hand, her father beside her. “Tobin Greymane,” Maren read. Her voice did not shake. “Aged four ye