The glass castle of Rifthold loomed before us, its crystalline spires piercing the sky like jagged teeth. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it, a mix of awe and dread settling in my stomach.
Callum's voice cut through my thoughts, tinged with a wry humor that didn't quite mask the underlying tension. "One more tower and the whole thing will collapse," he said, his eyes fixed on the towering structure.
I glanced at him, wondering if there was more to his words than just an offhand comment. Before I could dwell on it, he continued, his tone shifting to one of practicality.
"We've still got a few miles left, and I'd rather navigate these foothills in the daylight. We'll camp here tonight."
As the rest of the company caught up and began setting up camp, I remained on my horse, my gaze draw
