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Chapter 10: The Burning Fields
The road into the Verdant Basin was not a road anymore.

It was a scar. Black earth, cracked and blistered, running between fields that had been green three weeks ago. Now the crops stood in rows of charred stalks, bent like old men, crumbling in the morning wind.

William walked with his hand on his watch. The second hand ticked steady—no magic nearby. Sera walked beside him, her new boots scuffing the ash. The badge on her collar caught the...

Chapter 10: The Burning Fields