SWEN AND THE DARK NETS

he eastern horizon glowed like a red-hot blade, and the air, full of moisture, carried the delicate scent of marsh herbs. After wandering for weeks, I felt tired not only physically but also spiritually. The battle with the queen had left its marks—both on my body and deep in my thoughts. Every step reminded me of that day, of the look in her dead, cold eyes that filled me with anger and fear at the same time.


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