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... shadows on the cursed village’s broken walls.
The hollow tree loomed behind him like a skeletal monolith, its twisted branches reaching skyward like claws.
Lyra clutched her blanket, watching him with wide, worried eyes.
The old woman sat still, her gaze sharp and knowing.
"I need to get closer," Nero said, his voice steady but low. "If I want to stop Malrik, I have to understand exactly what he’s doing, and how far along he is. I can’t do that from here."
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