Chapter 25

  Thalia's POV:

  The night air hit me like a slap.

  I stumbled out of Mira's tent, my bare feet sinking it the damp earth. The cold air lashed my face, sharp with the scent of pine trees . I just stood there, trembling, my body still weak from my unconscious state.

  How long had I been unconsciou...

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