Chapter 15 The place without a scent

Two Days Earlier.

The trail ended too cleanly.

Kael stopped short, boots sinking into damp earth as he stared at the ground in front of him. Elara’s scent had been sharp only moments ago. Fear-laced. Fresh. Tangled with blood and crushed leaves.

Now there was nothing.

Not fading. Not scattered b...

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