Chapter 38 Camping under the ticking clock

First Person POV (Mabel)

The first night on the open road found us camped in a shallow clearing framed by dense, silver-barked birch trees. The air smelled sharply of damp moss and the pine-scented smoke curling upward from our small camp fire.

Elias was crouched near the hearth stones, balanci...

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