A Village Transformed: Penny
The walk back through the Lower Tunnels felt like waking up from a fever. The oppressive, heavy silence of the "Weaver’s peace" had been replaced by the natural, rhythmic sounds of the earth—the drip of water, the settling of stone, and the distant, muffled roar of the Silver Run. Soren didn't leave my side. He walked with a slight limp, his armor scarred and blackened, but his hand stayed firmly anchored to mine. Every few minutes, he would squeeze my fingers, as if checking to make sure I hadn't drifted back into that golden meadow. "I'm here, Soren," I whispered after the third time he tightened his grip. "I'm not going back." He didn't look at me, his eyes scanning the shadows ahead, but I saw the tension in his jaw relax just a fraction. "I know. I just... I’ve seen what she can do
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