Chapter 12 Death

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“Zephyr…”

I pace the narrow curve of the pit, my boots slipping in old blood. My chest heaves. “Please, just. Just listen to me. We can get out of this.”

His aim is direct. Unfaltering. It’s life and death and Zephyr has made a choice. “How?” He mumbles through clenched teeth. “You heard the...

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