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Chapter 15: The Long Night

Penulis: Evelyn D
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-04 03:52:04

"Stay behind the trunk and don’t make a sound," Enzo whispered.

He pulled me down into a patch of thick, wet ferns. His breathing was heavy and ragged, a wet sound rattling in his chest. I could see the dark stain on his shoulder spreading, turning his grey shirt into a deep, shiny black. The forest around us was alive with the sound of snapping twigs and the distant, rhythmic shouting of men in the distance. The Vanchis were hunting.

"You’re bleeding too much, Enzo," I said, my voice barely a
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