Chapter 36: Morning’s Silence
Peter The morning light filtered through the canopy, pale and muted, as if the forest itself were reluctant to wake. The air was damp and heavy with the scent of moss and earth, and a faint mist clung to the ground like a veil. I stirred from my restless sleep, the events of the night before still weighing on me. Hook lay a few feet away, his back turned to the fire’s dying embers. Gwen was already up, crouched near the edge of the clearing, her hands busy adjusting her satchel. She didn’t look at either of us, her movements sharp and deliberate. The silence between us was deafening. I sat up slowly, stretching the stiffness from my limbs. My body ached, but it was nothing compared to the turmoil in my chest. I glanced at Gwen, her profile lit by the soft morning light. Her jaw was set
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