The storm continued to howl around Elara as she plunged deeper into the dark woods, each step feeling heavier than the last. Fear gripped her heart, an iron fist tightening with every sound that echoed through the trees—the rustle of leaves, the crack of branches, the distant rumble of thunder. The darkness felt alive, breathing down her neck, whispering her name in the wind.
"Alistair," she murmured, the name a prayer on her lips. Would he come for her? The thought sent chills through her, both a source of dread and a flicker of hope. She pushed on, her feet slipping in the mud, heart racing as she fought against the storm and her own terror.
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