Chapter 224

*Elora*

The rain didn’t fall so much as it lingered—misty and slow, like the sky couldn’t quite decide if it was mourning or healing. I walked barefoot up the hill, the old path grown soft with moss and blackened roots. The scars of the last fire still curled around the stones, splitting them in jagged lines where Seryna had once stood, her cloak a banner of defiance.

I clutched the same cloak now