Chapter 137

• Freya‘s pov.
• The water had a strange kind of stillness to it. Not dead or stagnant, but... watching. Yet as I sat waist-deep in the spring, it eased something in me. The cold that had crawled beneath my skin since last night was gone. Even the trembling in my limbs seemed to have stilled. My breath came easier. My thoughts quieter. Maybe, just maybe, this place really was ancient. Maybe it remembered how to soothe broken things.