Chapter 51 Echoes Of The Cold

• Morning arrived cloaked in a thick silence, as if the forest itself were holding its breath. A low fog slithered between the trees, embracing every branch, every leaf, bestowing upon the landscape an air of ancient mystery. Ellie awoke alone in her tent. The fire had died out during the night, and her body trembled—not just from the cold seeping into her bones, but from the anxiety gripping her chest with fierce pressure.
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• Two days.