CHAPTER 32: Beyond The Veil of Sight
The door burst open with a deafening c***k, and the cold night air swept into the room, washing over Rowenne’s face. She froze, her breath caught in her chest. No one appeared—only silence and the echo of her pounding heart. Then she saw it—shadows stretching across the floor, cast by the silver light of the moon. They moved closer, slow and deliberate. For a fleeting moment after she had jolted awake, she had forgotten why they’d fled to the hut. But as the silhouettes crept nearer, the memories came crashing back—the chase, the screams, the forest. The hand that had clutched her shoulder. The voices. The terror. She tried to piece it together—what had happened before, what came after—but the thoughts tangled in her mind like knotted threads. And then, the figure stepped into view. He
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