Gone
*Freesia* The atmosphere in the packhouse is heavy with apprehension, a stark contrast to the usual warmth of our home. Shadows flicker on the stone walls, and the crackling fire does little to dispel the chill gnawing at my bones. Raylee and Torren have been gone for two days now, and every hour that passes deepens my anxiety. I stand at the window, staring out into the dark wilderness, my heart pounding with worry. “Where are you two?” I whisper to the night, wishing for a sign that they’re safe. Raze is pacing behind me, his brow furrowed in concern. “We need to trust them, Freesia,” he says, his voice calm but strained. “They have their reasons for leaving. We can’t rush into anything without knowing more…. Torren would never put your sister in danger.” “But they didn’t tell anyon
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