Chapter 13 A PATH THAT DOESN’T EXIST

The Mire grew louder.

Not with normal sound — not wind, not animals, not water — but with something deeper, like a forest remembering how to scream.

Every root trembled.

Every puddle rippled.

Every whisper sharpened like a blade tip.

Ella and Raine stood at the boundary of the heart of the Mire, ...

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