THE EDGE OF EVERYTHING
Night fell like a blade, sharp and unforgiving, slicing through the thinning light of the day. The ravine, which had offered them fragile refuge, now felt like the world itself pressing in—tight, endless, impossible to escape. Lena stood at the cliff’s edge, the wind tugging at her hair and the hem of her coat. Every nerve in her body hummed with tension, her heartbeat matching the pulse of the forest below. She could feel the Order moving in the distance—not one group, but many, splitting, coordinating, driven by fear and the desire to erase her existence. Eli came up behind her, quiet, but present. His hand found hers instinctively. He didn’t speak. There were no words that could carry the weight of what was coming. “They’re ready,” he said finally, his voice low, steady. “The hunters
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