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Chapter 13: The Cost of Magic

“Keep moving, Evelyn!” Tristan’s voice cracked as he urged his horse forward, the muddy path squelching under hooves. The air was sharp with pine and the sour tang of sweat, the forest’s shadows lengthening as dusk bled into night. Evelyn’s mare snorted, her reins slick in her hands, the Chronicl...