Chapter 89: Shadows of the Forgotten
The night had settled over Moonshadow Ridge like a dark, velvet curtain, heavy and suffocating. The wind whispered through the towering pines, carrying a chill that seemed to reach into the very bones of those who dared tread its paths after sunset. Alexandra stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley below, her eyes tracing the faint glow of lanterns from the village nestled among the folds of the mountains. Everything seemed quiet, deceptively calm, yet the tension that had been building over the past weeks now pressed upon her chest with the weight of inevitability.
Her thoughts were chaotic, tangled with the events of the past few days. Ethan had returned, his presence a mixture of comfort and storm, and yet the secrets he bore remained
