Chapter 12 The Rift Stirs

(Elara’s POV)

The tremor didn’t stop. It rolled through the valley in deep, uneven pulses, rattling loose stones and sending up thin veils of ash that glimmered in the new sun. The air thickened, tasting of copper and stormlight.

Cael’s hand tightened around mine as we descended toward the crater’...

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