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Chapter 27: The Forgotten Gate
The wind had changed.
Ayo felt it first, brushing through the memory trees like a whisper that didn't belong. The leaves stirred in irregular patterns, not in response to breeze or breath-but to something older, something that didn't fit the rhythms of this world.
He placed his palm against the trunk of the eldest tre