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The Storm’s Echo
Thunder cracked across the sky, shaking the cottage. Rain lashed against the windows, and the wind howled through the trees.
Elara stood frozen.
It was too similar.
Too familiar.
Without a word, she grabbed her cloak.
“Stay here,” she told the girls.
But Lina stepped forward. “You’re going to the tree, aren’t you?”
Elara didn’t answer.
She didn’t need to.
“I’m coming with you,” Lina said.
“No,” Elara replied sharply.
But Maris had already picked up her coat.
“We’re not letting you go alone.”
For a moment, Elara considered arguing.
But time was slipping.
“Stay close,” she said.