Chapter 169

• Fern's Perspective
• At midnight, moonlight from the forest spilled over my bed through a gap in the curtains. The room was silent except for the steady ticking of the ancient clock on the wall. I rolled over, trying to fall asleep, but the events of last night kept replaying in my mind.
• Suddenly, there was a faint rattle from the balcony. My senses sharpened, and I turned to the window. The window door was soon pushed open gently, and a tall figure appeared.