Chapter 47 Found her

Chapter 48

A memory hit her before anyone could speak.

Not a vision.

Not fragments.

A memory.

Real.

Sharp.

Painfully real.

Rain.

Cold rain.

Darkness.

Mud beneath small trembling feet.

A little girl running through a forest.

Alone.

Terrified.

Crying.

Branches scratched her arms.

Roots snagged her sho...

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