Chapter 33 – The Lowlands
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The mist clung to them as they passed through the narrow gorge at the Vale’s edge. The path was slick with moss, and water trickled down the cliffs in silver threads. Ryan led with careful steps, his hand steady around Olivia’s. Behind them, Kael moved in silence, spear angled to guard their backs, while Maya picked her way with restless vigilance.

When the gorge finally widened, the land changed. The air grew warmer, thick with the scent of pine and wildflowers. Grasslands rolled outward in so
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