The frozen wilderness stretched endlessly before them, a vast expanse of white and gray that seemed to swallow all sound. Elena rode at the front of the small convoy, her body wrapped in furs, her breath fogging in the cold air. The mountains rose around them, their peaks dusted with snow, their slopes covered in ancient pines. The wind howled through the valleys, carrying the scent of frost and pine. She had been riding for three days, and still, she had no idea where she was going. The darkness inside her pulsed with each beat of her heart, a constant reminder of the battle she was fighting. It whispered to her, promising power, promising freedom, promising vengeance. It wanted her to give in, to surrender, to embrace the monster she was becoming. The whispers were seductive, ancient, patient. Kaelen rode beside her, his obsidian eyes fixed on her face. He had barely spoken since they left the Citadel, his silence a he
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