Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Watcher in the Fae Wood

They pressed eastward into the Fae Wood of Corrathain, an ancient forest untouched by iron or plow.

Mist clung low like breath held too long, and the canopy overhead shifted with unnatural grace. The deeper they walked, the more the world fell silent—no birdsong, no wind, only the muffled cadence o...

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