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The Vale homestead had begun to stir with the quiet cadence of departure. Valery's voice drifted from indoors — soft, measured, speaking with Mariana in that tone Eve had come to associate with important things. Packing sounds followed. The rustle of linen, the shifting of gear. But Eve had...

The Vale homestead had long since fallen into sleep. Beyond its wooden walls, the silver fields of Eshan shimmered beneath the stars, not with frost or dew, but with something older, something ancient, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Eve sat alone on the back porch, wrapped in a...

The Vale homestead was quiet. Eve sat up slowly, her blanket still tangled around her legs, the warmth of sleep clinging to her skin. Somewhere inside, Valery breathed steadily in the other room—peaceful, resting, as was her mother. But Eve couldn’t sleep. Not yet. Something pulled at her...