fate betrayal
Every lead, every scrap of information pointed me back to it.
I closed the journal and leaned back in my chair, staring at the faint outline of the crescent moon through the frosted window. The packhouse was silent at this hour, most of its residents resting after the latest rogue attack. But sleep eluded me. How could I rest, knowing my death and rebirth might hinge on something so elusive?
The diary’s clues were vague, but they mentioned one location: a temple buried deep in the mountains north of Moonshine Pack. A temple where a relic with the power to sever bonds, to rewrite fates, was hidden.
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