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Chapter 17 – The Whisper Beneath the Pines

The night had swallowed the camp whole.

The fires had burned low, their embers glowing like half-buried eyes in the ash. The air was cold enough to bite, carrying the scent of resin and damp earth as Louve slipped past the last row of sleeping dens. Her boots sank softly into the mossy ground, ...