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My breath fogged in the cold air of my room, and I swore I saw shadows curling beneath the door before they vanished. I didn’t sleep after that. Instead, I rose before dawn and headed out toward the Bonewood. It wasn’t part of our usual territory—not claimed, not watched. The Bonewood was ancient, wild, a place even rogues avoided. Some said it was cursed. Others said it was the place where the curse had started. I didn’t tell Mara where I was going. I couldn’t. She’d try to stop me. Silas might’ve too. But I needed answers. And the dreams were pulling me here.