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A long silence. The weeping willow’s light grew warm, then blinding.

When he awoke, he wasn't tied to a stake or being questioned by haughty, immortal wardens. He was lying on a bed of moss, his wounds dressed with leaves that hummed faintly against his skin. An elf with hair like spun moonlight knelt beside him. blessing of the elven village f95

Kaelen closed his eyes. He heard the wolves howling in the distance—not the ones that had mauled him, but the ones inside him. The pack of his regrets. A long silence

“There’s a fourth option, isn’t there?” he asked. He was lying on a bed of moss,

“The grove has never heard that answer,” she whispered. “You have woken something that slept before the first elf carved a bow.”

She touched his forehead. No fire. No curse. No power flowed into him. Instead, something flowed out of him—his bitterness, his hunger for redemption through suffering, his belief that he didn’t deserve peace.