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Chapter Forty-One: Beneath the Orell Crest

**The night air over the Orell lands was thick with the scent of pine and storm. A silver moon hung heavy above, its glow pooling over the moss-covered stones that marked the ancient gathering circle. Divine stood in the center, the Orell Crest a silver wolf head over crossed spears stitched into th...