Chapter 91 Lies We Live By"

• Old Mountain
• Cedric stood at the base of the ancient mountain, its towering peaks hidden in the haze of a cloudless sky. The summer sun bathed the jagged landscape in gold, casting long shadows over the rough terrain. The mountain loomed like the weary bones of some forgotten titan, its surface scarred by centuries of weather, silent in the wilderness.
• Cedric, cloaked in the grime of travel, paused and took in the view. His eyes followed the winding path up the mountainside, a dark line leading toward the shadowed peaks.