OAKenspire’s spires clawed the dusk, a jagged glow slicing the calm—no stars broke the wind’s rising howl. Thunder rumbled low—stone gleamed wet—wild coiled fiercely through the spire’s hum, a spark in the dusk. Rain flecked Tobal’s battered blue coat—drops stung sharp—pine scent swelled thick—beyond, oaks loomed jagged—OAKenspire thrummed—storm pulsed.

  Tobal ducked under a gnarled oak, coat soaked—face forged steady—medallion thrummed warm—brown eyes swept the blur—wild surged—his breath growled low: “Storm’s wild—keep close.” Fiona slipped beside him—sky-blue dress clung damp—chestnut hair plastered free—green eyes glowed soft—her voice flowed warm: “Now’s alive—trust me.” Her shoulder brushed his—warmth flared through the chill—wild pulsed—his breath caught: “You’re here—wild hums.” Her gaze held—rain streaked her face—wild surged—OAKenspire’s dusk thickened—thunder cracked—OAK stirred.

  Rain lashed—wind roared—leaves tore free—Tobal’s hand found hers—calluses grazed wet skin—his growl softened: “Lost a trail—wild’s us.” Fiona’s grip tightened—green eyes flickered—voice sang low: “Trail’s gone—now’s ours.” Lightning split the sky—a glint flashed—gold in the mud—wild flared—his chest tightened—breath rumbled: “Treasure’s wild—you’re mine.” Her lips curved—rain blurred her smile—wild pulsed—pine groaned—OAKenspire’s glow deepened—chill faded—wild churned—OAK thrummed—moment steadied.

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  OAKenspire’s glow pulsed—storm raged—wind howled—wild surged—Tobal’s voice rumbled: “Gold’s there—you’re now.” Fiona’s voice lilted: “Present binds—trust this.” Her fingers laced his—rain streamed—wild flared—his hand steadied—breath growled: “Wild’s free—with you.” Fiona’s eyes glowed—voice wove: “OAK holds—us here.”—wild pulsed—OAKenspire’s thunder flared—chill bit—wild churned—OAK surged—trust pulsed.

  Wind screamed—rain slashed—wild surged—Fiona’s hair whipped—her staff pulsed—pine swayed—air shimmered—wild pulsed—OAK thrummed—chill soaked—wild pulsed—peace loomed—OAKenspire braced.

  OAKenspire’s hum pulsed—storm eased—wild surged—Tobal knelt—coat dripped—medallion thrummed—breath steadied—Fiona’s voice lilted: “Now’s strong—us.” Wild flowed—rain softened—hope glinted—chill faded—wild churned—her hand held—his growl softened: “Present’s ours—you’re all.”—OAK thrummed—OAKenspire’s dusk dimmed—blue coat clung—wild surged—trust flared—hope shimmered.