The Mountain That Buried the Truth
Lane's voice broke the silence.
"Victor."
Her expression remained composed, but there was a sharpened edge beneath it—like a blade pressed lightly against skin.
"I found something you might want to see."
And with that—
She turned, gaze fixed toward a narrow trail cutting deeper into the mountain's shadow.
Victor didn't hesitate. Clara followed immediately.
Down that trail, Lane ahead, ground rough underfoot, route curling close to the cliff where woods gave way to bare rock. Stones shifted with every step they took. Air changed up high - not just chill but sharp, slipping through fissures in the face like it carried secrets older than names.
Lane moved forward quickly, though without rushing all the way. Still, he stayed short of his top pace.
Faster meant trouble, Victor said before. Clara might fall behind when the pace got rough.
Lane remembered that.
