Chapter Thirty-Three
David marched into the room, dragging Miley by the ankles. He had originally, without thinking, taken her hands to try and pull her up so he could carry her. That’d been a big mistake as the pollen from the Witch-Hazel had rubbed off onto his left-hand opening blisters that popped immediately. Now, with a scorched hand, he dragged her into the room before stopping to gasp at how it had changed. The large couch and two rocking recliners had vanished, the great rug that had covered the wooden ground rolled up and resting against the wall. The wooden planks in the middle of the floor were pressed close to each other, flush so that the carving of a great pentagram didn’t have any gaps between the inch-wide lines. Five great circles rested outside the lines making the profane star, but within
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