Chapter 21 The Forgotten Ledger

The road to Greymarrow was barely a road at all.

Calla's boots sank into soft earth as she followed the winding track that had long ago disappeared from official maps. Moss grew thick over crumbling stones. The trees leaned close, as if listening. The air was heavy with loam and the faint, metallic scent of old rain.

She hadn't told anyone where