Chapter 101- The Maze

POV 2: Nahlia Mare — The Waveblade

The air was wrong. Dry and dead. It scraped down my throat like sandpaper. I stumbled forward, my hand pressed to the tunnel wall, and the dust stuck to my sweat-slick skin. Every breath was a punishment. The further I went, the worse it got, the heat shimmering i...

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