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Chapter 8

Author: hazelazaleas
last update publish date: 2026-03-12 09:23:08

I'm standing in the forest.

But it isn't our forest.

The trees are taller. Thicker. Their branches stretch overhead like cathedral arches, and silver light spills through them as if the moon has multiplied into a thousand fractured pieces.

The air smells different.

Stronger.

Warmer.

I inhale.

Pine.

Spices.

Something darker beneath it.

My chest tightens. I know that scent. I turn slowly. He's standing across the clearing.

Aaron.

But not quite.

His eyes glow faintly — not the sharp dominance they
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