TIARA THORNELLS.
I let out a deep sigh.
There was no use speaking any further. This conversation between us had drifted aimlessly with no direction. I chose silence over wasted words.
Once we were far enough from the village, Randolf kicked his heels into his horse’s sides, and we galloped into the night. Our destination, the Moss Forest.
As soon as we arrived at the edge of the forest, I felt a sudden unease settle over me. I hadn’t realized before that this forest lay behind the mountain, hidden and isolated, almost as if nature itself had intended to keep it secret. Towering pine trees stood tightly packed together, their trunks like pillars of an ancient temple, rising high and unyielding. They loomed over us, their needle-covered branches forming a dense ceiling overhead.
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