LANA'S POV The blood trail was faint, just a few darkened drops on pale stone, a broken fern, a smudge on a root. It led me away from the known paths, deeper into a part of the forest the maps called silent for a reason. The trees grew denser, their canopy blocking out the sky, and an oppressive hush settled over everything, broken only by the frantic drum of my own heart.
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