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... choed softly against the damp earth, the crunch of twigs and leaves swallowed by the heavy stillness that hung over the trail. Ahead of him, Albrecht walked with his usual composure, not sparing a glance back.
"Where exactly are we going?" Noel finally asked.
His father didn’t slow down. "You’ll see soon enough."
Typical.
Noel’s eyes flicked to the sides of the path. The deeper they went, the older everything seemed—massive oaks with bark blackened by age, roots t ...
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