Chapter 23 What They Take When They Can’t Kill You

The horn didn’t stop.

It rolled through the land in waves—low, resonant, ancient—vibrating through stone, bone, and blood alike. I felt it in my teeth, in my ribs, in the echo beneath my skin that answered despite my refusal to let it speak.

Ren moved first.

Not in a rush. Not in panic. In contro...

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