Havenwood Keep
Far beneath Havenwood Keep, deeper than the old tunnels and older than the island’s foundations, something stirred.
Not the void. Not the fracture. Something else.
Something that had been waiting.
A faint vibration rippled through the stone, subtle enough that no one on the surface felt it, but strong enough to wake the things that slept in the dark.
A single crack formed along an ancient wall, dust drifting into the air like breath.
An echo followed.
Not a voice. Not a presence. A whisper.
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