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The storm’s fury breaks against the mountain as I lead Roach to the cave’s gaping mouth. A metallic tang hangs in the wet air—old violence. I free the lantern, and its light pushes back the damp dark, illuminating the slick walls. Adjusting the swords on my back, I move forward, a shadow cutting into deeper shadow. The village’s fear has a shape here, a breath in the stone. It ends tonight.