Chapter 4 · free to read
We fell out of the ravine and into a silence a hundred years deep.
The moment I saw the mark, something under my ribs leaned toward it. Hungry. Like it had been waiting.
The Elder did not look afraid. He looked like a man who had finally reached the end of a very long road.
Then he told me why they'd never simply killed me. Why they'd let a poisoned cripple rot in the grave instead.
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