The Chronicle of Ange

Previously

…Taking a deep, steadying breath, Ange adjusted the strap of her pouch. The wind still howled, but now it seemed less a lament and more a call to adventure. She had passed the first trial. The Gnarled Pass had yielded. And the journey, with all its unknown dangers and unexpected alliances, had truly begun. She stepped forward, her boots crunching on the gravel, a solitary figure against the immensity of the mountains, her path illuminated by the fragile, yet persistent, glow of her own hope.