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... were never alone, even when you were. Every whisper of the leaves, every creak of the branches overhead—it all echoed back like the woods were listening.
And maybe, they were.
I walked alongside the trail Mira and Julien had gone down earlier, keeping a respectable distance. The Grimoire of Patterns buzzed faintly in my mind, but no new patterns were surfacing. Just static. Noise. Uncertainty.
Typical.
I glanced behind me. Felix was crouched near a patch of glowi ...
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