Chapter 28 - The House of Seven Doors

The warehouse still lingered in her lungs.

Smoke. Candle wax. Blood in the air that wasn’t hers.

Raven sat cross-legged on the motel bed, sleeves rolled up, staring at the notes spread before her—handwritten phrases from The Warden’s sermon, sketches of the symbols on the walls, and the map Elijah ...

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