Chapter 48 mark on her wrist

"They found her."

The words echoed through the ruins.

Nobody moved.

Nobody breathed.

The horn sounded again.

Long.

Low.

Ancient.

The sound rolled through the forest like a living thing.

Lena felt it in her chest.

In her bones.

In the mark on her wrist.

The silver symbol burned.

Not painfully.

Warnin...

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