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The Witch in the Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis - Chapter 230: Ashes That Tasted Like Fear
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The air still smelled like fear.
Not smoke. Not blood. Not even ash—though all of those clung to the thatched roofs and broken windows like moss. No, what lingered was something older. Sharper. The kind of fear that soaks into floorboards and stays long after the fire dies.
I dismounted outside the village square.
The people didn’t run.
They just stopped moving.
A woman with a laundry basket froze mid-step, the cloth slipping silently f ...
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