SILENCE IN THE PACKLAND.

Chapter: 9

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The once vibrant Packlands had succumbed to a heavy silence, wrapping around the soul like a thick fog. The trees, usually alive with the chatter of wildlife, stood still, their leaves muted as if mourning the spirit that had once thrived within Altair. Dirk paced the grand bedroom, his heart burdened with an unbearable weight. Each tick of the clock echoed in the stillness, a relentless reminder of the time they could not afford to waste.

Despite his restlessness, his gaze remained fixed on the small form of Altair, lying peacefully in the center of the room. Flickering flames in the fireplace cast dancing shadows across the child’s face, a visage still untouched by the trials of the world. It was a cruel irony that in a home filled with love and warmth, a child could lie trapped in an endless slumber, a victim of forces they barely understood and had foolishly provoked.

Dirk's breath caught at the thought, and his pacing halted. Slowly, he sank into the chai