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... ly now coiled like serpents around the students’ ankles, rising and falling in eerie, unnatural pulses. Branches overhead twisted slowly, not blown by wind but bent, as if something unseen brushed past them.
The voice—thin, rasping, malicious—echoed again.
"Everhart..."
Merlin’s blood chilled.
Nathan immediately placed himself half a step in front of Merlin, cynical bravado gone, replaced by something closer to protective instinct.
"Okay," Nathan said, voi ...
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