Chapter 165 Rowan

Rowan

The street around the diner smells wrong.

Not to humans—no one else would notice—but to me, to Ezra, to Kuro… it lingers.

Faint.

Buried under detergent and fresh paint and whatever chemicals they used to scrub the place clean.

But it’s there.

Rot.

Ash.

Something ancient and foul ...