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Chapter Eight:The Hollow That Hunts

Author: Sammy Miracle
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When Evangeline awoke, it was not in the sanctum... it was in motion.

She jolted up but then instantly regretted it as a sharp pain stabbed through her ribs like broken glass lodged beneath her skin. Her vision swam in hues of red and gold. The ceiling above her shifted with shadowed arches and golden inscriptions.

The sound of hooves and the smell of smoke and iron made her realize that she was in a carriage.

But not an ordinary one, it was shaped like a miniature cathedral on wheels - walls r
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