Chapter 81 WHEN THE NOISE COMES BACK

The noise was still there. Voices, laughter, footsteps but this time, it felt thinner. I kept walking anyway.

Heads turned and a  group by the fountain leaned in close, whispering. I caught my name barely.

“…Anya...” Then it stopped. One of the girls stiffened mid-sentence, her mouth still half ope...

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