Chapter 137 A World Worth Building

The morning after the battle dawned cold and gray.

The air was sharp with frost, but it smelled different now

not of blood, not of smoke, not of war.

It smelled like a possibility.

Aspen stirred awake inside the patched tent, wincing at the deep ache in her ribs.

Leo was already up, crouched ...

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