The wind howled through the snow-laden trees, carrying whispers that clawed at the edges of Eira’s mind. She tugged her hood lower, her steps crunching through the frozen ground as the village of Huldraheim emerged from the oppressive shadows. The glow of lanterns barely held back the darkness that seeped from the cursed forest beyond, and each flicker …
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