Chapter 13: The Moon's Madness

The journey to the Seer’s sanctuary was a tense, silent affair. Kaden, weakened but stubborn, insisted on walking, leaning heavily on Anya for support. I walked a few paces ahead, the pouch containing the corrupted ore and the stolen records feeling like a lead weight against my chest. His words echoed in my mind. “The woman who stabbed me… wasn’t you.”They were a balm and a torment. He understood, or claimed to. But understanding didn’t erase the act, nor did it explain the walls...