Chapter 33
Thirty Three | Ashes Ashes It was as though she'd been dunked in a bucket of ice water. The warmth and beauty they had felt upon first entering Fillory, had been drained from this version. They'd been spit out on the steps of Ember's temple, though the flowers that covered every inch of the grove, had long since withered and died. The magic in the air, had disappeared completely. The world was cold, dark, empty. The ram's head adorning the front of the temple, had crumbled, leaving behind cracked and crumbling ruins. "s**t" Quentin gaped at their surroundings, his reaction mirrored in his friend's faces. Something sharp suddenly flew into the side of his head, before fluttering lifelessly to the ground. Lilly curiously examined the object, finding a tiny, folded, paper airplane. It was a
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