MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF
At the base of the tree, two new names were beginning to form, the stone smoking as the letters etched themselves into the obsidian.
WINIFRED. CASSIAN.
But unlike the names above us, which were separated by a line, ours were intertwined, the letters overlapping until they were almost indistinguishable.
"The Third Path," I said, my heart racing. "It is not about one of us winning or losing. It is about the total dissolution of the boundaries between us."
Suddenly, the ground groaned. The roots of the tree began to shift, pulling back to reveal a hollow opening in the earth, lined with glowing crystals. A staircase of black glass led down into a subterranean chamber that smelled of ozone
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