CHAPTER 30: A Mother in Shadows
And round and round they ran, pouring out every last drop of strength and hope—only to arrive at the same cursed spot again. No matter which path they chose, no matter how promising the trail seemed, it always led them back to their doom. At last they collapsed to their knees, breath ragged, sweat trickling in cold rivulets down their foreheads. Their throats burned, dry as a desert. Their bones ached with exhaustion. Their faces wore grim expressions, yet their eyes flickered with two warring lights—fear, full to the brim, and hope, faint but still clinging. But not all their fears were the same. For Rowenne, the question gnawed at her: was she truly here, or was this only her consciousness trapped in some cruel snare? Either way, if death found her now, the end would be real. Before h
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