Chapter 128 Hundred and thirty three

“Where is he?” Torin muttered as he stepped into the clearing, his breath fogging in the cold dawn. “He was just here. I swear it.”

“Maybe you blinked,” Lysa snapped, rubbing her arms. “Shadow creatures don’t wait for slow eyes.”

“He’s not a shadow creature,” Torin hissed. “He’s a man. A cursed on...

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