MARKED BY THE SILENCED WOLF
Winnie said, her hand finding mine.
The long winter was not over. The threat of the Clockwork Prophets was just the first echo of a world that had been broken by the Black Star. But as I looked at the Obsidian Tree, I saw a single, new needle growing from a branch. It wasn’t gold, and it wasn’t silver.
It was a shimmering, diamond-white.
We had saved the world, but in doing so, we had created something entirely new. And as the sun finally began to peek over the eastern horizon, I realized that the real war, the war to define what this new world would become was only just beginning.
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