A sacred grove has died overnight.

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No warning. No explanation. And whatever killed it may not be finished.

When the Tribunal sends the Hounds of St. Oswald into Silverweave territory to investigate, tracker Ash Rowen expects hostility. The fae have little love for outsiders, least of all Hounds.

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What he doesn't expect is Prim Alder.

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A Silverweave Pathkeeper with lilac eyes, an inconvenient amount of optimism, and an attachment to tiny treasures, Prim is tasked with guiding the Hounds through land that should know her every step.

Except something is wrong.

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The deeper they venture, the quieter the forest becomes. The paths no longer behave as they should. And when the first attack comes, Ash and Prim discover the dead grove was never the real danger.

Something has disturbed the Veil.

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Something hungry.

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With old faction tensions closing in and the people around them beginning to fall, Ash and Prim must decide how much they're willing to lose to stop it. Because some things that cross the Veil leave scars. Others leave nothing behind.