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Chapter 54: The NightTerror
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... pierced through the canopy, painting golden patterns on the forest floor. Birds called in the distance. Insects hummed their endless songs.
...And somewhere nearby, water flowed over smooth stones, a peaceful sound that carried through the trees.
A girl walked through the undergrowth, humming softly to herself.
She was maybe fifteen, maybe sixteen—hard to tell. Her black hair fell past her shoulders in waves that caught the dappled sunlight. Her eyes were a warm amber, a ...
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