Drum beats and black smoke fill the forest. The invaders are close. Too close.
Ivy’s Tower is all that stands between them and what they’ve come for. It’s just an outpost. The scouts say it’s built from white birch, knobby and porous, defended by a single woman. They’ll take it easily.
Ivy’s bow is drawn, foot braced against her tower ledge. Ten thousand strong approach.
The scouts were wrong. The tower’s not made of birch. It’s made of bones.
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