Chapter 61 — The Whisper of Returning Light
The years after the Veil was sealed became the calmest the valley had ever known.
The storms that once gathered along Moonshadow Ridge no longer came; the skies remained clear, the forests grew dense with life, and the river that wound through the valley glittered like spun glass under every sunrise. The people spoke of peace as if it were a living thing at last, something that walked among them and blessed the soil.
And yet, amid the laughter and rebuilding, the ridge still kept its quiet secrets.
At night, when the wind sighed through the cedars, a faint glow rose from the old Moonwell. The elders called it “Elena’s lantern,” a sign that the worlds still touched through her spirit. Travelers who passed by claimed to hear a woman’s song wove
