Chapter 127 Grief Is A Quiet Thief
- [ELARA]
- I wake up as tired as I was when I first collapsed into bed. My limbs ache as though I’ve run for miles, though I haven’t moved much at all. Sleep used to be an escape here in Thornhall. Now it’s a battlefield. The Soulkeeper’s face haunts me less these days—perhaps he’s grown bored—but another specter has taken his place.
- The bard.