Chapter 63 — The Whisper Beyond the Veil
The wind that swept through Moonshadow Ridge carried an ancient chill, one that hadn’t touched the valley since the night the Veil first opened. The stars glittered faintly, but the moonlight seemed dimmer—almost hesitant, as if the heavens themselves feared what lingered in the silence below.
Mira stood at the edge of the ridge, her cloak fluttering in the cold wind, her hand resting lightly on the pendant that once belonged to Elena. It pulsed faintly, the light within it shifting from silver to violet. It was no longer just a relic of the past. It had become a key—a link between the world of the living and the unseen.
She closed her eyes, listening. Beneath the rustle of leaves, beneath the distant whisper of the river, there was something els
