Chapter7
The wind whipped up coarse sand that smelled of sulfur, scraping my cheeks like blades.
It's been half a year.
I stood atop the highest hill in the Ash Plains, squinting at the northern horizon. That was where the sun set, the blood-red sunset outlining the massive black silhouette in the distan...
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