Chapter 35 The Things She Couldn’t Say Yet

It had been a quiet day in all the worst ways.

No signs, no visions, no wells that whispered futures.

Just a cold wind, a pale sky, and a silence that meant the world was holding its breath—

or waiting for them to.

They camped early, on tired ground.

The fire crackled without warmth.

Lucien sat some...

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