
The Unseen Path
The attic reeked of old wood and forgotten things. Mara dug through the boxes, fingers brushing against dust, until her hand closed around the metal edge of a rusted key. It glinted in the slanting afternoon light, sharp and cold,…
The attic reeked of old wood and forgotten things. Mara dug through the boxes, fingers brushing against dust, until her hand closed around the metal edge of a rusted key. It glinted in the slanting afternoon light, sharp and cold,…
The salt-kissed air of Marrow’s End clung to Elara’s skin as she trudged down the cobbled path, her boots crunching gravel like bones. The town’s fog-veiled silhouette stretched ahead, its crooked houses hunched like old women murmuring secrets. She hadn’t…