The forest was a symphony of indifference. Wind tuned the pines to a low, rushing chord. Brittle ferns crunched underfoot in percussive snaps. Somewhere high up, a hawk’s cry sliced through it all, a lone, sharp note that didn’t care if anyone heard it. After the suffocating silence of the stone room, the noise was almost violent. Elara walked, her body moving on a mandate deeper than thought: away.Inside, a strange calm had taken root. It wasn’t peace—peace was a memory of sunlight in a meadow, now blurred and distant. This was the quiet of a house after a storm has passed, leaving only the drip of water and the assessment of damage. She could finally look at the wreckage without flinching.The bond was a ghost limb. She could still feel it, a faint, persistent hum in the vault of her chest, like the memory of a sound. It pointed, as it always would, a needle tugging toward the east, toward the heart of the territory she was leaving behind. But the connection, the bloody, messy tran
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