Chapter 74 The Message in the Water

The Whispering Canyons

The canyon wasn't made of rock. It was made of sound.

The wind didn’t just whistle through those jagged, obsidian-ish cliffs while we scrambled down the steep, treacherous way.

No. It talked. Like it knew our names, maybe.

The air got heavy, thick, with this agonizing symp...

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