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Chapter 8: Whispers of the Past

“Hold on!” Tristan’s voice was a lifeline as the world dissolved into a swirl of light and wind, the amulet’s blue glow searing Evelyn’s eyes. Her rune burned, sharp as a blade, the hidden chamber’s mildew stench replaced by the crisp scent of pine and incense. Her boots hit soft earth, and she s...