my way home

Previously

…The dreams of the hidden grove were now tinged with the unsettling image of Silas Croft’s leering face, his shadow stretching long and menacing across the sunlit clearing. Alex woke with a start, the feeling of dread clinging to them like the morning mist. They knew, with a certainty that settled deep in their bones, that Silas Croft would not be deterred. He would be a shadow at their heels, a constant threat, a dark counterpoint to their quest for truth. The adventure, it seemed, had just taken a far more perilous turn. The whispers of the wild now carried a distinct note of warning, and the shadows in the pines were no longer just shadows. They were the harbinger of a coming storm.