Even after ten years, the population’s barely changed, he thought. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone left as soon as they turned eighteen. Probably earlier, since we never even had an official school. There’s not much left here for people.


    Do they still hate outsiders that much? Kane mused. Holun’s not even that remote anymore. There’s a city not far from here, new roads connecting everything… It can’t be that unusual to see someone pass through.


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    Successor? Questions swirled, but one thought stuck: Did Grandpa expect his death? The letters, the locked door, the cryptic instructions—it was as though the old man had planned everything.