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Caden sat beside a stream, his bare feet in the water. The temperature was frigid and numbed his skin, which eased the pain of his blisters. Now that he had put some distance between himself and the source of the voice, the entire encounter felt like a dream. If it wasn’t for the constant presence of the voice in the back of his mind, he would believe it had been a dream.
hadHis stomach growled, reminding him that he needed to find food. He had no idea how long he’d been lying in the burned field before gaining consciousness. Had it been hours or days? Judging by how empty his stomach felt, he guessed the latter. He was in the heart of the woods, so finding game would be easy. Catching it, however, would be the challenge.
The smell of something cooking reached his nose, and he pulled
