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I reach into my coat and produce the map, spreading it open next to the symbols carved into the massive crystal. The moment the map touches the crystal’s surface, a pulse of energy thrums through the air. The warmth intensifies, spreading up my fingers like a living current. Then, the glow begins—blue light seeping from…
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Morning light filters through the wooden slats of my cottage, casting long, grey streaks across the floor. I shift beneath my blankets, feeling the stiffness in my limbs from a night spent wrestling with my thoughts. Sleep had come in brief, fleeting moments, always chased away by the anticipation of what lay ahead. Beside me,…
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I reach the small stone doorstep of Mother Brynn’s cottage, the sharp sting of the wind still biting at my exposed skin. The glow from the windows casts long, trembling shadows against the ground, and for a moment, I hesitate. The familiar scent of herbs, aged wood, and something faintly sweet drifts to me through…
