Chapter 107: The Unseen Path
The air was still heavy with the scent of earth and pine as the trio packed up their camp. The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. There was an unsettling calm about the forest, as though it too was holding its breath, waiting for something to unfold.
Anita stood at the edge of the clearing, staring into the distance, the weight of the Threads still tugging at her. They were always there, like an invisible presence in the back of her mind. Sometimes, it felt as though they were calling to her, urging her to find something—someone—she couldn’t quite identify. But she couldn’t follow those threads now. Not while there was so much at stake.