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The Witch in the Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis - Chapter 184: The Quiet Between Thunderclaps
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... he cot, bare feet against the cool wood floor, eyes fixed on the tent flap. The fire had long gone out. My tea had gone cold. But I couldn’t bring myself to move.
Not because I was tired. Not because I was hurting.
But because I could still smell blood on the wind.
It wasn’t mine this time.
I ran my fingers over the inside of my wrist, tracing where the bruises had started to fade. The skin there was nearly clean now—healed faster than it should’ve. The body remem ...
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