THE HARD STORM
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Chapter 40

The storm had not yet broken, but Kaelen could taste it in the air.

He stood on the edge of the northern cliffs, the wind clawing through his cloak, lightning flickering in the distance like restless fire. Below, the black waters of the Varin Sea churned against the rocks, throwing mist and salt into the air.

Behind him, the campfire sputtered under the gale. The few men who still followed him — veterans of the fallen Stormguard — moved quietly around it, repairing weapons, checking supplies, speaking in low voices. None dared disturb their commander when he stood like this, staring into the dark horizon as if searching for something unseen.

He wasn’t searching. He was feeling.

The storm had always been a part of him — a pulse beneath his skin, a current in his blood. It moved with his breath, whispered with his thoughts. But tonight, it felt… different.

There was something — someone — moving within its rhythm.

He closed his eyes. The thunder rolled, deep and low, like a dr
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    Chapter 40The storm had not yet broken, but Kaelen could taste it in the air.He stood on the edge of the northern cliffs, the wind clawing through his cloak, lightning flickering in the distance like restless fire. Below, the black waters of the Varin Sea churned against the rocks, throwing mist and salt into the air.Behind him, the campfire sputtered under the gale. The few men who still followed him — veterans of the fallen Stormguard — moved quietly around it, repairing weapons, checking supplies, speaking in low voices. None dared disturb their commander when he stood like this, staring into the dark horizon as if searching for something unseen.He wasn’t searching. He was feeling.The storm had always been a part of him — a pulse beneath his skin, a current in his blood. It moved with his breath, whispered with his thoughts. But tonight, it felt… different.There was something — someone — moving within its rhythm.He closed his eyes. The thunder rolled, deep and low, like a dr

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