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That night, they tied him to the old ironwood tree.

Kaelen closed his eyes. For the first time, he frayed into nothing—into the absence left by the Sundering. It was like falling up a well. He felt every animal in the forest flicker: deer stopping mid-chew, voles freezing underground, the blightwolf lifting her head in the dark. animrco

For three heartbeats, he was the raven.

“There,” one man shouted, pointing.

And he understood.

He became good. Too good.