Chapter 106

Elara’s Point of View:

The market in the village is never loud. It hums with quiet life—baskets thudding softly on worn tables, murmurs exchanged over bunches of herbs, old wolves haggling with kind smiles and crooked hands. There’s a peace in this small river settlement that I’ve never questioned, though I often wondered why it feels both comforting and incomplete.

I was with Maera, gathering ros