Chapter 38 Road To The Unknown

• The sun had barely touched the horizon when the caravan began to move. The crunch of damp earth beneath horses’ hooves and weathered boots broke the silence of dawn. The air smelled of wet bark, dried blood… and something else: fear disguised as order, restrained anxiety.
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• Ellie sat inside a reinforced carriage of dark wood with finely carved bars, guarded by two soldiers who seemed carved from stone. They breathed, yes, but they didn’t speak. They didn’t blink. They didn’t feel.