MAYA'S POVThe balcony faced the forest.I had discovered it on my second night, a small iron-railing platform off the sitting room that I hadn't noticed during the day. The door was heavy, the lock stiff, but I had wrestled it open and stepped out into the cold and found myself looking at something I hadn't known I needed.Trees. Endless trees, stretching toward the mountains in waves of dark green and black. The half moon hung above them, silver and incomplete, casting just enough light to outline the shapes of things without revealing what they were.I had been standing here for an hour.Maybe longer. Time moved differently at Shadow Peak, slippery and strange, the hours bleeding into each other in ways I hadn't learned to track. The cold had seeped through my sweater hours ago, but I couldn't bring myself to go inside. Inside was the room. The bed. The silence.Out here, at least, there was the forest. The moon. The wind moving through the branches like something breathing.The ba
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