Serene's Pov
I woke up early the next morning before anybody did and slipped out.
Where was I headed? The community that lived before the fields.
The morning cold slapped my face and seeped into my bones, but I forged on.
When Agnar had made the comment about going to pay a condolence visit, Etienne's words had come back rushing.
“Witches who speak to the dead and wield magic darker than night itself. Seers who dream of tomorrow and tell tales of what's to come.”
So I wanted to see them—the seers and the witches. I needed their help.
The frost-laced air bit at my cheeks as I walked, breath misting with every exhale. The sun hadn’t yet risen above the tree line, and the world remained wrapped in that grey hush before dawn, where everything felt half-alive and waiting to breathe.
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