Grace
The river gorge loomed out of the darkness like a scar carved through the earth, jagged and ancient. Moonlight spilled across the chasm in fractured ribbons, glinting off the restless water far below. It shimmered like silver fire, cold and untouchable, winding through the valley like a serpent. The wind carried its roar upward, a low, ceaseless growl that swallowed the silence of the forest.
Grace clung to Kaleb’s hand as they descended the rocky slope, her boots slipping on patches of frozen moss and brittle leaves. The terrain was unforgiving—sharp stones jutted from the earth like broken teeth, and the incline threatened to pitch her forward with every step. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, visible in the frigid air. Every sound felt too loud—the scrape of stone beneat
