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==Chapter 2 Synopsis: Shadows on the Sedûnyâ Road==

* Chapter 2 Synopsis: Shadows on the Sedûnyâ Road

Poleen Juvukis treads the muddy trail of her would-be killers, her bare feet whispering through the underbrush of a forest alive with the patter of rain and the distant howls of wolves. Her mind churns, grappling with the void where memories should be—her brother Benê’s face flickers, his laughter a cruel echo, yet she cannot summon the details of their bond or why they rode through these woods. Fleeting visions of a horse beneath her, a man with a roan mount, and a name just out of reach taunt her, but the questions of her past are overshadowed by the immediate: who wanted her dead, and why? The trail leads her to a lantern-lit clearing where a wagon waits, guarded by three men—two pacing, one perched on the driver’s seat—and two riders who soon depart into the night. Their crude banter reveals a job half-done, a plot tied to the Berjer tê Aprelêu and the Notoholis trade guild, but it’s the wolves’ yapping that chills her, conjuring fears they might desecrate Benê’s body. Poleen, naked save for her boots and a sash, feels the weight of her vulnerability but also the predatory pulse urging her to act, her dagger and stolen pouches her only allies in this dance of survival.

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	==Chapter 2 Synopsis: Shadows on the Sedûnyâ Road==		* Chapter 2 Synopsis: Shadows on the Sedûnyâ Road

	Poleen Juvukis treads the muddy trail of her would-be killers, her bare feet whispering through the underbrush of a forest alive with the patter of rain and the distant howls of wolves. Her mind churns, grappling with the void where memories should be—her brother Benê’s face flickers, his laughter a cruel echo, yet she cannot summon the details of their bond or why they rode through these woods. Fleeting visions of a horse beneath her, a man with a roan mount, and a name just out of reach taunt her, but the questions of her past are overshadowed by the immediate: who wanted her dead, and why? The trail leads her to a lantern-lit clearing where a wagon waits, guarded by three men—two pacing, one perched on the driver’s seat—and two riders who soon depart into the night. Their crude banter reveals a job half-done, a plot tied to the Berjer tê Aprelêu and the Notoholis trade guild, but it’s the wolves’ yapping that chills her, conjuring fears they might desecrate Benê’s body. Poleen, naked save for her boots and a sash, feels the weight of her vulnerability but also the predatory pulse urging her to act, her dagger and stolen pouches her only allies in this dance of survival.		Poleen Juvukis treads the muddy trail of her would-be killers, her bare feet whispering through the underbrush of a forest alive with the patter of rain and the distant howls of wolves. Her mind churns, grappling with the void where memories should be—her brother Benê’s face flickers, his laughter a cruel echo, yet she cannot summon the details of their bond or why they rode through these woods. Fleeting visions of a horse beneath her, a man with a roan mount, and a name just out of reach taunt her, but the questions of her past are overshadowed by the immediate: who wanted her dead, and why? The trail leads her to a lantern-lit clearing where a wagon waits, guarded by three men—two pacing, one perched on the driver’s seat—and two riders who soon depart into the night. Their crude banter reveals a job half-done, a plot tied to the Berjer tê Aprelêu and the Notoholis trade guild, but it’s the wolves’ yapping that chills her, conjuring fears they might desecrate Benê’s body. Poleen, naked save for her boots and a sash, feels the weight of her vulnerability but also the predatory pulse urging her to act, her dagger and stolen pouches her only allies in this dance of survival.