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Chapter 107

Penulis: Afamefuna Nwanyibuife
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The forest was too quiet. Every step I took toward the clearing felt heavier than the last, as if the trees themselves knew what was about to happen. My fingers tightened around the dagger. Carlos should have been here. No, I didn't want him here. Not tonight. Not after what he confessed. I needed only myself, and the power that waited under the blood moon.

The branches overhead formed a canopy so thick that barely any light filtered through. Each footfall seemed to echo, though the moss-covered ground should have swallowed all sound. The silence pressed against my ears until I could hear nothing but my own breathing and the thunder of my pulse. Even the night birds had gone still. Even the wind had died.

I pushed past a curtain of hanging vines, their leaves dry and brittle beneath my touch. The clearing opened before me like a wound in the forest.

The clearing was bathed in red light. The moon hung low and swollen, spilling its glow across the altar stone and the pool at its base. I
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