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“We shouldn’t,” Ece whispered.
They found the stone — a pale, warm rock behind the lighthouse that held heat long after sunset. When Talin placed her compass on it, the needle spun once, then pointed inland, toward the forgotten cedar forest. berfe ece talin
They walked for hours. The forest opened into a clearing where no bird sang. In the center stood a door — carved into the air itself, framed by two standing stones covered in lichen and old waves. “We shouldn’t,” Ece whispered