CHAPTER 46: THE COUNCIL OF ALL ROADS
We reached the valley three days later, but this time we did not slip quietly through the gates. Riders came out to meet us long before we even reached the first homestead — men, women, and children running alongside our bikes, waving branches and cheering, their voices echoing off the ridges. News of the First Charter had flown faster than any messenger; word had spread that the old order was broken, and a new way was being born.
That evening, we lit the largest fire ever built in the main meadow. Delegates had already arrived from every chapter we had contacted — from Iron Ridge, from the misty eastern hills, from the borderlands and the high passes — and more were expected to arrive by sunrise. K
