Chapter 120

The mist clung close about Talia as she ventured deeper into the trackless marshlands. In the distance, wavering wisps of light marked the village she had departed, where the townsfolk yet celebrated being freed from an ancient curse.

But the lingering grief over the murdered Beaconite girl tempered any satisfaction Talia felt in lifting their spirit plague. She knew the villagers would not mourn the innocent child, whose open empathy for perceived darkness had made her suspect in their eyes.

Talia sighed, the chill air burning her throat. However naively, the girl had walked her own path right until its tragic end. Talia resolved to do the same, wherever her road led next. If she could help even one more understand that light and dark were woven together, not opposed, the child's death would not be entirely in vain.

Near nightfall, Talia reached a narrow boat landing she knew to mark the marsh's northernmost edge. She settled down weary but restless, awaiting the ferry at dawn to c
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