Chapter 58 – The Echoes of the Ridge
The morning after the storm was brighter than any Elena had seen in months. The sunlight washed over Moonshadow Ridge like a blessing, soft and golden, scattering across the wet grass and glinting off the broken windows of Davenport Manor. The silence that followed the night’s chaos was thick—an unfamiliar kind of peace that felt fragile, as if one wrong breath could shatter it.
Elena stood on the balcony of her mother’s old room, wrapped in a shawl that once belonged to her. The faint scent of lavender and parchment lingered in the fabric, carrying her back to a time before secrets and storms, before keys that burned and power that hummed in her veins.
From here, she could see the entire ridge—the rolling hills, the dark treeline, the mist curling u
