Chapter 12
- Xander Jade
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The day began in the pre-dawn hours, as light timidly emerged through the cracks in the barn wall, painting the interior with a slow, creeping illumination. Erik was already there, boots crunching old straw, breath ghosting the cold. Freydis followed minutes later, a burlap sack slung across her shoulders, hair knotted up tight so it wouldn’t catch in anything. Neither spoke. Despite the palpable tension of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air, the simplicity of the work required meant that any attempt at conversation would have been a futile expenditure of energy.
