Chapter 50 – Forked Paths and Feral Trails

The war room smelled faintly of cedar and parchment, the long table in the center cluttered with maps, reports, and a few scattered blades that hadn’t made it back to the armory. Rowan stood at its head, eyes scanning the hand-drawn sketches of their territory while the storm outside whispered again...

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