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Chapter 27-DEAD WEIGHT.

作者: D.Moses
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-24 08:43:08
They didn’t stop running until the trees changed.

The tall, narrow pines of the northern ridge gave way to thicker, twisted trunks that grew closer together, tangled by creeping moss and spiny roots. The air here smelled different—older, damp with decay and something else.

Cassian slowed only when Anais stumbled. Her breath came in short, jagged gasps, and her legs were caked in mud up to her knees. She hadn’t let go of Maris the entire time, even as her arm shook from the weight of it.

Cassian turned sharply. “We’re almost to the edge of the ridge. There’s a cut in the rocks that leads into a blind pocket. It’s protected on three sides.”

“Like a cave?” Anais asked, barely able to speak.

“Like a trap,” he said. “But one we choose.”

He moved again, quicker now. The sun had climbed halfway into the sky, but under this dense canopy, it barely filtered through. Birds were silent. Even the wind was holding its breath.

Maris didn’t speak. Her face was pale, lashes dusted with dirt, bu
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