The old execution grounds crouch in a hollow at the edge of Ashford territory, surrounded by trees so ancient and twisted they barely look alive. The forest wants to swallow this place whole, to erase what happened here. Even from the ridge, I feel it a heavy, sour wrongness pressing down on me, thick and suffocating, the kind that stains a place forever."Moonrise in twenty minutes," Rhys said, crouched beside me, voice low. "We won't get a better window than right now, while she's still finishing preparations."Down below, torchlight flickers around a stone circle half-swallowed by moss. It’s like Mira’s ritual circle, only bigger, older, carved with symbols that make my skin crawl just looking at them. Bianca’s tied up in the center, wide awake and terrified, her eyes darting to the trees like she’s begging for someone, anyone, to save her.Serrin stands over her, three fighters guarding the edge of the circle. She grips a blade that flashes in the torchlight, and just seeing it ma
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