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One hundred and thirty: the memory price

Auteur: Asheeda max
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2025-07-07 23:01:26

Freya's pov

We didn’t speak for a long time after the fire returned to normal. The echo of me or whatever she had been was gone. The forest had closed back over her place like flesh knitting over a wound, but the wound was still there, deep and festering beneath the bark and moss and stone.

I kept my hand clenched, palm pressed to my side, trying to ignore the throb pulsing from the sigil. It wasn’t just pain it was urgency, like a tether pulling taut, dragging me toward something unseen but inevitable.

The Hollows had always been strange, but now they felt hungry.

“Keep moving,” Rowan said quietly. He didn’t meet my eyes. “We don’t want to be here when the light fades again.”

Kye fell in beside me, close enough that our shoulders brushed as we walked. His hand occasionally twitched toward his spear, even though nothing had followed us yet.

We moved fast through the underbrush, but it didn’t feel fast enough. The woods were heavier now, pressing down on us with every step, the trees
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