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The Witch in the Woods: The Transmigration of Hazel-Anne Davis - Chapter 89: The Morning After
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... , watching the sun bleed in the eastern sky. The colors were warm—orange, gold, deep red; a bright promise for those who were alive to see it. But all he could smell was blood.
The camp was quiet as the soldiers slept, not worrying about anyone attacking them. The cooks had already started breakfast, the smell of cooked rice wafting over to him and making his stomach growl.
It was starting to feel more like a training day outside of the capital and not the day after everyone had ...
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