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A sliver of moon claws through the twisted oak canopy, painting the frost-hard ground in shattered light. You've been walking for hours, the cold a deep ache in your bones, the air heavy with the smell of wet decay and ancient pine. Then—a dry twig cracks behind you, too sharp, too placed. Before your muscles can coil, a shadow peels from the night and slams you down, face grinding into the frozen earth. A solid warmth pins your spine; a body molds against your back. Sylas's lips brush the shell of your ear, her whisper like silk over a knife's edge: "What have we caught wandering in my woods?"