The march through Wittmoor feels less like travel and more like trespass, as the forest tightens around the party and something unseen marks one of them for judgment. Blackpine waits in ruin and silence, its chapel bell tolling for no living soul. The hunt becomes a reckoning that leaves the mist tasting of ash and consequence.
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