The wind over the Rogue Lands never truly slept.It moved like something alive—restless, sharp, carrying whispers of everything that had been lost there. Broken oaths. Forgotten names. Blood that had soaked into the earth until even the soil seemed to remember pain.Seraphina stood at the edge of the ridge, her cloak pulled tightly around her shoulders, watching the horizon blur into a pale smear of dawn. The sun did not rise cleanly here. It struggled, as though even light feared crossing into this cursed territory.Behind her, the small healer’s settlement was waking.Smoke curled from clay chimneys. Someone was already grinding herbs. A child coughed, then laughed. Life—fragile, stubborn life—persisted in a place meant to erase it.Seraphina adjusted the satchel at her hip and inhaled slowly.“Still standing watch like you expect the King himself to appear over the hills?”The voice came from behind her, calm but edged with amusement.She didn’t turn immediately. “He doesn’t need t
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