Chapter 87 The Root Flame
- The path to the Temple of the First Ember had no map. Not in ink, nor in memory.
- It was spoken of only in riddles, passed from dying seers and exiled druids who’d once glimpsed it in dreams. A place said to predate the gods, the Mouths, even the moonlight that governed wolves. It was not a sanctuary.
- It was a choice made manifest. And Lucy Hamilton had chosen to find it.