AWAKENED: THE RING IN ME
The air smelled of pine and the coming rain. Birds had gone silent. I didn’t know what to say. Laurence stood just a few paces away, blood still crusted at the corner of his lip. His dark cloak was torn. The ring, that damned silver ring, still clung to his finger, but its glow was weak and dim. Yet his presence filled the space like a storm. “You're alive,” I said, almost whispering. His eyes narrowed, not in a cruel way, but with a sense of calculation. They were searching, as if he were trying to commit every detail of me, based on his memory. “I shouldn’t be,” he replied. “But you are.” I stepped forward once. “What are you not telling me?” He looked toward the trees. His jaw tightened. Something in his expression cracked. “The Moonborn Line was buried for a reason,” he beg
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