Chapter 35 Figure you out

Astrid’s point of view

The Flesh Scribe made the move.

Not Jason.

Not Zora.

Not me, Astrid.

Him, the Flesh Scribe.

He was standing there with a smile on all those mouths on his body.

The next thing I knew,

He was gone.

“Move now!” I screamed.

The ground exploded where we were standing.

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