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Chapter 11: The Ember Warning
The hills west of the basin were not kind to boots.

William climbed with one hand on the slope, the other loose at his side. The ground was loose shale and ash, the remnants of fires that had crept up from the valley. Every step sent small stones skittering down behind him.

Sera climbed beside him. Her boots held. Her breathing was steady.

The sun had dropped behind the ridge. The light was grey now, the color of old iron. Shadows pooled in...

Chapter 11: The Ember Warning