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They increased in pace but stopped abruptly once they reached the other side of the pit.
I wasn’t fooling myself, and neither was Rayna. We knew this wasn’t Zack, and that whether it was some trickster or old magic, we were being taunted by something wearing his face. That fact made it even more blood chilling when his eyes opened and stared at me through the darkness.
The whites of his eyes were most visible, followed by his pupil which nearly swallowed the deep brown and mossy green of his iris. The unique color was a mixture of Mom and Dad’s eyes. One held the beauty of the forest, and the other the richness of the earth.
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