The Whispers in the Woods
I was the only one in the camp who could offer insight into her situation, aside from Vanessa and Marcus.
As I stepped closer, I noticed that Brodie, Jackson, and Gerald were already seated behind the table, their expressions a mix of determination and unease. The weight of the moment settled heavily upon us. Mary and Turner sat beside the table, both bound, their hands tied with thick ropes that contrasted sharply with the polished wood beneath them. Mary’s pale skin seemed to shimmer in the light, a reminder of her otherworldly nature, while Turner’s jaw was set defiantly, his dark eyes flickering with a mix of hatred and fear.
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