Freya The next morning when I left Thornfield, the world was painted in shades of grey.The sky hung low overhead, heavy with clouds that threatened rain but hadn't committed to it yet. Dew clung to every blade of grass, turning the fields silver in the pale dawn light.The settlement was only beginning to wake.Smoke rose from a few chimneys, somewhere in the distance, a door creaked open. A dog barked once, everything felt ordinary, and somehow that made leaving harder.My bag rested at my feet while I tightened the fastening on my coat for the third time.Mira had packed enough supplies for a small military campaign. I had dried meat, bread, a water flask, bandages, medicinal herbs and an extra wool layer folded so neatly it barely took any space.I suspected she would have packed half the kitchen if I hadn't stopped her. Inside my coat, and close against my chest, rested two things.Ragnar's letter, and Caden's map.The map had taken him nearly an entire evening to finish.He'
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