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Lark sleeps at the edge of camp. Every camp. He's done odd jobs in half a dozen settlements along the migration's edge, never staying long enough for anyone to learn his name. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with him. He's just restless. Bad with people. The kind of person who faces east when everyone else faces west, toward the silence that's swallowing the world one settlement at a time.
Then someone learns his name. A tanner named Ren offers him work, a place at the fire, a reason to stop drifting. For the first time in years, Lark thinks about staying. The pull in his chest disagrees.
The territory ahead has never been mapped. The trees grow too tall and the bark is warm to the touch and someone has been cutting notches into the trunks, marking a trail that leads deeper into a world that doesn't follow the rules of the one behind them. Lark isn't the first person to walk this direction. He might be the first one to find out why.
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