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Chapter 29: The Map of Crossroads
The winds over the northern ridge carried whispers.
Not the kind that trickled through leaves or stirred the Grove's branches-these were sharper. Intentional. A frequency just below sound, just above silence. Rehema heard it first in her dreams, then in her bones.
A week after Nyari's vision-shock, she woke with a