Chapter 50 The Sound He Didn’t Know Was His Name

It was still early morning when the wind changed.

Not storm-wind. Not danger-wind. Something quieter. A shift so small that even the trees hesitated before reacting, as if the world itself was unsure whether to be afraid or to hope.

Anil felt it first.

Not as a sound. Not as light.

But as recogn...

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