Previous chapter:
Chapter 188: Ashes and embers
Next chapter:
Chapter 190: In the quiet
PREVIEW
... idn’t feel like morning. It felt like a fever dream with the colors all wrong.
We broke camp with grim efficiency. No one joked. Even Leo stayed quiet.
The trees had gone from pine to skeletal. Twisted, leafless things with bark like burned skin. Wallace muttered something about "ghost roots" and how certain fungi could absorb memories from the dead.
He wasn’t wrong.
Felix moved with tension in every step. I watched him. He wasn’t just worried about the estate. He ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE