โ Scribed by Layla Lawlor
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
"Don't listen to the voices, Heddy; it might be the mountain calling his lost daughters home."
A folklorist who collects other people's myths finds herself endangered by an old god's magic, like her mother before her, in this spellbinding tale of dark magic, courage, and rescue. A standalone fantasy novella.
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