CURSED BY MOON, BOUNDED BY BLOOD
chapter 23
The clearing hums with energy as the massive tree at its center pulses faintly. Its glowing roots weave through the earth like veins of molten light. The air is suffocating, thick with ancient magic that seeps into every breath. Lily and Patrick stand side by side, their weariness evident, but their resolve unbroken. Grimalkin perches on a low branch, its sharp eyes glinting with amusement as it surveys the unfolding drama.
Grimalkin
(purring, almost smugly)
The heart of the Vale. Isn’t it lovely? So much pain wrapped in beauty.
patrick
(surveying the area, his voice edged with suspicion)
This is where the curse began, isn’t it?
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