Chapter 40

L.T. Marshall 1.8k words

I roll my shoulders and pace around the clearing to make sure it’s a safe spot to stop, eyes darting, ears honed in. I can hear water nearby and walk into the tree line by a few feet until I find a tiny shallow bubbling brook heading downhill. I take...

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