Chapter 86 The Witch in Sleep Mode

[Seraphina's POV]

The medical wing smelled like a graveyard dressed up for a party. Antiseptic herbs and crushed yarrow couldn't mask the rot underneath. I tasted it every time I swallowed.

My boots struck the white stone. Click. Click. No rhythm. Just panic wearing shoes.

Lumira lay on the hov...

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