Chapter 28
#MBTACChapter28 — The journey back to Evermoor was slower and more strained than I expected. Calder, for all his bravado, didn’t speak much as we trudged through the forest, his gaze darting constantly to the shadows. Lyra seemed equally tense, gripping her staff like it was a lifeline. Even Timothy, who usually exuded unshakable confidence, was unusually quiet. Nimbus perched on my shoulder, tail flicking occasionally, a small but constant reminder of the strange normalcy I used to have before all this. I tightened my grip on the strap of my bag, the shard’s faint pulse steady against my side. It wasn’t until we reached the outskirts of the forest that Calder finally broke the silence. “We’ll need a safe place to regroup,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “Somewhere we can work w
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