Chapter Thirty-Eight: To the Western Wind

The mists of Avalon thinned at dawn.

Where the day before had felt dream-woven and weightless—time moving like honey and breath suspended in myth—now the world pulsed with urgency. Every leaf shimmered as if stirred by prophecy. The wind shifted with intent. The sacred hush of Avalon had broken.

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