Chapter Forty-Two.
Caleb. After falling asleep on Rebecca and Nolan’s bed, I found myself standing at the foot of a grand staircase that was made of black marble that was littered with bits of gold. Glancing down I realized that I no longer wore the same clothes I had fallen asleep in but instead I was dressed in a black suit, similar to the ones I had worn when meeting with the Cunningham’s in Bakewell. My hair was braided back and out of my face, tied neatly in a bun on the back of my head. Beside me stood the witch, her signature black dress was the same shade as darkness but glistened as if it were the night sky, littered in stars. My hand tightened on the sword that hung at my side, the familiar hilt a form of comfort in the strikingly unfamiliar world that I found myself in ‘You best stay close’ Aurel
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