Previous chapter:
Chapter 22: The Joker’s Lie
Next chapter:
Chapter 24: The Black River
PREVIEW
... ld of the living—was the first thing that pulled me from the depths of my coma. A cold that stabbed my spine like needles of poisoned ice.
I opened my eyes with extreme difficulty, as if my eyelids had been sewn shut with threads of dried mud and coagulated blood.
The sky of Erebus was still drowned in a dark gray, but the torrential rain that had nearly drowned me had stopped, leaving behind a faint drizzle and winds howling through the rocky crevices like the souls of children ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























