Chapter100

Louise Baston 1.1k words

 

The sun was just whispering goodbye to the world, leaving behind a fading glow as darkness rushed to bid it fare-thee-well, when the site came into view.

Blackened and charred, the hardened ground still smoked, ghostly coils floating up into the chilly autumn air. The surrounding trees, mostly bare, had...

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