I swallowed hard, feeling that same pull in my chest — the strange light, the warmth, the connection I didn’t understand. Hope. That’s what I was supposed to be now? “Let’s keep moving,” Corin said finally, adjusting the strap on his sword. “If we hurry, we can reach the healer’s camp before dark.” I nodded, following behind him. We’d been moving for hours, winding through ferns that brushed my arms like whispers. The forest had shifted; sunlight was gone, replaced by deep blues and shadows that slithered between the trees. The air smelled damp and wild, earthy and alive. Somewhere close, a branch snapped. I jumped, heart hammering, only to find Corin’s steady silhouette a few steps ahead, like the forest itself bowed to him. I tried to speak, but my voice felt fragile, almost lost in the thick, watching dark. “Corin?” He glanced back, his hair catching the fading light like fire. “Hm?” I hesitated, twisting a strand of hair between my fingers. “The he
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