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The wind carried voices that weren't wind. The old watchtower, which had stood silent since the war ended, creaked with footsteps. And the well—the deep, stone-lined well at the fort's heart—was humming.

In the silence, she heard footsteps behind her. fort marrok

Another flash of lightning. The figure was closer now, though she hadn't seen it move. The wind carried voices that weren't wind

She peered over the edge.

Elara pulled her oilskin tighter and stepped out. Rain slapped her face. The barracks loomed on her left, their windows like dead eyes. The officers' quarters to her right had long since collapsed, but she still saw candlelight flickering there sometimes. She never investigated. Some ghosts, she'd learned, preferred company. preferred company. She took the key.

She took the key.