Chapter 33

The store shed in Silverwood was a squat, functional building with heavy timber beams and the lingering scent of damp grain and pine resin. Elara stepped through the threshold, her boots clicking softly on the packed-dirt floor. A large, stylized map of the region was mounted on the back wall, illuminated by the flickering light of a nearby lantern. She pulled a fresh sheet of parchment from her pack and balanced a charcoal stick between her fingers. Her eyes darted between the wall map and...