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CHAPTER 127: The Waiting Roots

Author: Myra TUC
last update publish date: 2025-09-25 14:56:27

What was worse than the wolves was the silence.

It was in my ears when Kieran and I were further into the shaded grove. The wolves died away behind us like a dead thing. This was not a wood the same, it was thicker, darker and all the trees seemed to be listening rather than breathing. The air had the odor of slightly putrefied flesh and dust that appeared to have lost the art of turning itself up to the light.

A spark within me was trembling, not feeling excited as before, not feeling good
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