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The forest was a drum under the storm's fists. Léo pushed forward, rainwater streaming from the blonde curls plastered to his forehead. His fingers were tight around the chilled metal of his crown. His shirt hung open, the fabric heavy and cold against his skin. With each step, his boots sank into the mud with a thick, protesting sound. He halted, breath catching—the sense of another soul in the drowning dark was unmistakable.